Hurricane Kathy. No matter how many times the weatherman says it, it doesn’t sound right. A Kathy does not flood canals. A Kathy does not, would not, flip over a tractor-trailer on 95. It’s like a Mildred shooting up a convenience store. An Edith severing heads. An Adelaide snorting coke. It’s a joke. That’s what it still feels like, like the violence of it all is just a joke.
