Been a rather eventful day here in the South Carolina lowcountry. Watching Frances turn into a monster, Gaston churned up out of nowhere to everyone's surprise (at least to anyone's surprise who only watches TWC) . . . whew, time to go to bed.

Then loiscane/bobbistorm, whom I believe I remember from eons ago on an aol hurricane board, had to put year 1893 on the table.

Beaufort County, SC did not have a good year that year. I will private message you, my friend, when I can't sleep tonite . . . not from the alternately gusty then eerily still wind, but rather from the thought that Frances will follow in Gaston's tiny footsteps with another one for the record books.

Let us all hope there is yet a way that Frances is remembered as the disaster that might have been.

Good luck to all.