Retroblog: The Eye of Bob, August 19, 1991, 1:48pm

1:48 71.7W 41.0 N in the HoJo Watching pieces of trees ripped up and lifted across the parking lot, dumped on unsuspecting cars. We're about an hour away from max force winds, and they're saying that we may be the recipients of the main nucleus of 115-mph winds. If that's true, we can expect to see some more things whipping around out here.

It's a thoroughly obscured sky, a few clouds visible, moving, but as a whole the sky completely grayed out. There are bursts of rain sweeping across from east to west. Occasional bursts of hail, rapidfire but brief. There are odd, aperiodic lulls in the rain and wind. The cat is wisely hunkered down under the bed, as far away from the window as he can get. Obviously the more intelligent of the two of us. Stepping out here on the concrete decking in front of the room, taking looks at what's going on out here, and it's not pretty.

"We can slow it down now and put it into motion...grab this color... and we can move this frame-by-frame — you can see how it's climbing up right over the state... two more frames, there you go... the heart of the hurricane now looking like its sitting right on the south coast... 71.7W 41.0 N max winds 100mph"

John Ghiorse calls in from the Nordic Prince, about 150 miles south of Block Island "There has been, of course, a lot of seasickness, and there are people who are just absolutely exhausted from from riding this thing..it has really been quite an experience."

The Eye of Bob, filling in... no sunshine in the center. "Time to go to our Channel Six exclusive live doppler weather radar" We've got now a dull calm, a little breeze, nothing like the last hour's treebending impact. This may be the Eye, here, dropping off into quiet grayness out there, at 2:15 pm. They report hook echoes, but so far no funnels on the doppler radar.

"That of which we cannot speak, thereof we must remain silent."
-Ludwig Wittgenstein

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