METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home
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The winds spawned an F-1 tornado that skipped across <strong>the</strong> island. The evident swath across our<br />
neighborhood included damage to our 12 on 12 pitch ro<strong>of</strong>. The tornado ripped <strong>of</strong>f one third <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
ro<strong>of</strong> and left us a souvenir board diagonally extruding from <strong>the</strong> east side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house. The wind<br />
ripped <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> canopy <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> city's majestic trees and left much <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> area without power. Tree<br />
branches and downed power lines made driving dangerous. To make matters even more<br />
miserable, we were not allowed back on <strong>the</strong> island for several days. Not knowing <strong>the</strong> condition <strong>of</strong><br />
our home made <strong>the</strong> event even more traumatic.<br />
Unbeknownst at that<br />
time, we would receive<br />
a one-two punch that<br />
would leave us reeling.<br />
Two months later, on<br />
October 4, 1995,<br />
Hurricane Opal<br />
delivered <strong>the</strong> second<br />
punch <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> season.<br />
We were in shock! In<br />
our first 20 months <strong>of</strong><br />
living on <strong>the</strong> beach, we<br />
had been affected by<br />
three storms. My trust<br />
in <strong>the</strong> locals'<br />
assurances about<br />
storms was, well, let's<br />
say compromised. If<br />
<strong>the</strong>se events had<br />
occurred during <strong>the</strong><br />
superstitious era <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
witch trials, I would have been concerned for our safety. Here we were, newcomers to this small<br />
island community that had no recent history <strong>of</strong> storms until we moved in. Centuries ago, our<br />
nightmares <strong>of</strong> walls <strong>of</strong> water and <strong>the</strong> island flooding would have sealed our fate.<br />
Hurricane Opal was a much larger storm than Hurricane Erin. It streng<strong>the</strong>ned to almost a<br />
Category 5 storm in <strong>the</strong> Gulf when it was 250 miles southwest <strong>of</strong> Pensacola, Florida. The<br />
residents were dazed zombies making preparations for <strong>the</strong> second storm in two months. The<br />
tension was palpable as we stood in lines for supplies. Like us, most people had not had time to<br />
make repairs from Erin. The impending sense <strong>of</strong> doom was reflected in <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> residents.<br />
We had tried everything, short <strong>of</strong> having Valerie standing naked on <strong>the</strong> street corner waving cash,<br />
to hire a ro<strong>of</strong>er after Hurricane Erin. With our 12 on 12 pitch ro<strong>of</strong>, no ro<strong>of</strong>er would risk his crew on<br />
such a steep incline. At Valerie's urging, I climbed onto <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> toting my blue tarp. I needed her<br />
help so she climbed <strong>the</strong> ladder and proceeded to freeze. Rooted to <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> and unable to move,<br />
Valerie‟s fear froze her so completely she was incapable <strong>of</strong> climbing fur<strong>the</strong>r up <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> or<br />
navigating down <strong>the</strong> ladder. Fortunately, our neighbor, Vic Mitchell, was on his deck, assessed<br />
<strong>the</strong> situation, and was able to talk her down. Never again did she ask me to get on <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong>.<br />
Even though our ro<strong>of</strong> still sported a blue tarp, which we knew was no match for <strong>the</strong> upcoming<br />
winds, we made what preparations we could. Knowing water would enter our patched ro<strong>of</strong>, we<br />
still elected to seal <strong>the</strong> windows and doors with plywood and caulking once again. We moved our<br />
outdoor furniture inside <strong>the</strong> upstairs screened porch and placed items from <strong>the</strong> garage into <strong>the</strong><br />
kitchen.<br />
None <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> neighbors were laughing at <strong>the</strong> newbies now, even though Opal's path was not a<br />
certainty yet.<br />
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