by John M. Crisp
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CORPUS CHRISTI, Texas — My friend, the entomologist, makes his living de-bugging the vast cotton fields of South Texas. Maybe not this year, though. Drought is jeopardizing the cotton crop, as well as the livelihoods of everyone connected to it. If rain doesn't come soon, there'll be little cotton, if any.
Drought in South Texas isn't unusual, but lately the weather has been peculiar in other ways. I grew up in Victoria, in the heart of the Texas Gulf Coast. It snowed there on February 12, 1958, and again, coincidentally, on February 12, 1960, a total accumulation of perhaps 3 inches. School ended early. And that was it for snow. But on Christmas Day, 2004, Victoria received a full 12 inches of snow, the first and only big snowfall since 1897. Peculiar.
Other things have changed, as well. This is hurricane country. Once hurricane season starts in June, most people maintain a wary watch on the tropics all summer and then breathe a grateful sigh of relief when the Gulf water begins to cool in October or November.
I detect more anxiety than usual this year. Last season exhausted the National Weather Service's annual list of hurricane names and went deep into the Greek alphabet before the last storm, Epsilon. Katrina was bad, but Rita hit closer to home, sidling past Corpus Christi, provoking several days of boarding-up and evacuations, before turning north and sparking a tense, bottle-necked exodus from the Houston area. Many of us know someone who was trapped on the road for a day and a night in the vast caravan fleeing Rita...
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