September 26, 2024, and the early hours of the 27th, were frightful. As sleep and I lay wrestling with each other in Savannah, Georgia, rattled by hurricane-force wind gusts and rain assaulting my windowpanes, making things crack and splinter just outside, much too close to my head . . . I got a text alert. My nine-year-old grandnephew was crying out for help; the same monster storm was terrorizing him too–over 120 MILES AWAY near Augusta. Our exchange in the dark helped me as much as it helped him.
SCREENSHOTS of some of our text exchange
