Hurricane Andrew crept in on little cat feet on the morning of August 24th in 1992. Or at least that was my memory of how the chaos began... I had been in south Florida twice before during hurricanes. The first time had been in late August of 1964 when Hurricane Cleo came through the area and the next was Betsy over Labor Day weekend in 1965. Both years my parents and I had been there to visit close friends on my mother's side of the family and we became caught up in the storm before we could … [Read more...]