This brought back some memories….
Port Charlotte is where my aunt lives. Hurricane Charley flew through there on August 13, 2004. Two days after that, having not heard from my aunt, I flew down there to see if I could find her. I found her sitting in her neighbors living room fanning herself with a newspaper. (Power wasn’t restored for about 3 weeks.) We lucked into a hotel room for a couple of nights when we decided that she couldn’t stay there. I took her to my cousins house near New Orleans. Then a few weeks later I flew down to New Orleans and drove my aunt back home.
Pictures I took three days after the hurricane in the Port Charlotte area.
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I wish you were my nephew.
4:20 huh? Smoke ’em if you got ’em i guess.
I’m trying to make the photos public, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Can anyone see them?
I still can’t see them.
You are a good man Jonco!
Is that why Charlotte is called Charlotte?
Yep, I bought her in Port Charlotte…then rode her 1100 miles home.
Nope, but I have a good imagination.
Those are some cool pics, frightening but cool.
Got em now, Jonco
WOW! That must have been pretty scary to experience! Aunt Iva is one tough chick!
I’d be so scared having to go thru what your Aunt did. I’m chicken.
You are such a good nephew for getting her the hell outta there.
Typo check: it’s memento.
Not the first time I’ve made that mistake. Thanks Jimbo. Corrected.
wonder where they got that idea…cough cough back to the future.