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Miller climbed into his pickup, turned on the ignition and then the radio. Unconsciously he began tweeking the dial looking for the Coast Guard maritime station. After patiently sifting through a series of squeeks and squeels, he located it. Out of habit, he glanced at his watch. It was 10:07. |
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The monotone voice droned on about the forecast at Galveston and when it turned to Corpus Christi, he began to listen. |
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"HURRICANE ERNESTINE IS NOW LOCATED ONE HYNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE MILES OFF PORT ISABEL. THE STORM IS MOVING IN A WEST NORTH-WESTERLY DIRECTION AT APPROXIMATELY TWENTY-FIVE KNOTS. THE HURRICANE ADVISORY CENTER IN MAIMI ADVISES THAT SURFACE WINDS ARE GUSTING TO NINETY-FIVE KNOTS AND THAT THE STORM IS TRACKING ON A COURSE THAT WOULD HIT THE SOUTH TEXAS COAST AT APPROXIMATELY TWENTY HUNDRED HOURS THIS EVENING." |
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The voice then launched into a detailed report of swell sizes, safe harbor locations for tourists and enforced small craft warnings. Bart began spinning the dial again. He picked up a radio station in Brownsville, where a baritone voice somberly waded through the |
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