Saturday, July 11, 2020

Oh, Fay!

All right, I guess you've heard, we had a little tropical storm in New Jersey yesterday . . . 
Fay, the earliest sixth storm of any Atlantic hurricane season, formed out of a garden-variety low-pressure system off North Carolina and quickly strengthened into a storm serious enough to be given a name, but despite some winds between 50 to 60 miles an hour, it wasn't that bad for my part of the state - just a lot of rain, which we needed anyway.  But I am deeply concerned about what this means for later in the season.  A hurricane in the Northeast is still possible for September or October, according to the almanacs.  And even if you think that almanacs are bunk, the expectation from weather experts that this could be the busiest storm since 2005, which had so many named storms (a lot of which were major hurricanes, like Katrina) that it ran into early 2006 the National Hurricane Center and ran out of names for storms (having to resort to Greek letters), means that the chances of the Northeast getting walloped this year by another storm like Sandy - or something even worse - are very good.  Which of course, is doubleplus ungood.    
There are scarier things than Kanye West and William Barr.

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