| Floyd was predicted
to hit North Carolina in 24 hours and I knew I would be at ground zero. Surprising, I
found myself heading west instead of east. We had
exiled the helicopter to Johnson City, Tennessee before the storm. The plan was simple. I
was to drive to Columbia, South Carolina. The helicopter was to leave Tennessee at first
light Thursday and pick me up in South Carolina. We were to circle south around the back
of the storm and come in behind the Killer Hurricane.
Yes, the plan worked wonderfully, but not without a hitch.
As first light broke Thursday morning the helicopter took off and headed across the
mountains. At the same time my next door neighbor crossed our yards. He said he heard the
noise at 4:30am. At first light he went to investigate.
My neighbor Ned looked over the damage, took a quick
inventory and made the call. He was kind enough to call the newsroom. He told the
assignment editor that six big trees had crashed onto my house.
Two Hundred miles away my pager went off. I was in the
lobby of Eagle Air in Columbia, South Carolina. I listened to the message, took a moment
to let it sink in and put the thought aside. The helicopter was here. It was time to fly.
I saw that day houses flooded to the roof. I saw pigs
swimming, horses heading for high ground and people being rescued by boat where once a
cheap automobile would have tread easily. I saw water rise beyond belief and hope fall
below expectations. In all that I saw that no matter what I would find at home nothing
could be as bad as what I had seen in eastern North Carolina.
The chopper finally hit the roof of the TV station at
5:45pm. I disembarked and made slot for the 6pm news. The drive home was long. The sun
sets here at about 7:15pm. The shadows are long and make the world seem slow. I walked
around back of my home and found 6 large trees resting comfortably in various places on my
home. The roof is open to the sky. The Deck is filled with oak. My daughters room is
a water park. My life is now leafy. |