Excerpts From Anderson Cooper’s Little Black Hurricane Book
I was 15 when I met Agnes. Our family had gone to Florida on vacation. She was my first hurricane. Being with her was fast and furious. My knees shook and my teeth chattered. And before I knew it I was all wet and it was over.
Some buddies and I went down to Florida during a break from college. There I was dancing and drinking a few beers when along came Fran with her huge torrential rains and 120 mph winds.
She had me on my back in no time and I stayed like that for three days.
I felt a little awkward at first about covering a male hurricane — not that there’s anything wrong with that. I urged Miles O’Brien to do Hugo instead. But something about Hugo lured me. His manly winds. His powerful rains. In the end, I succumbed and let him
have his way with me.
Ivan was a monster. I just want to forget him and get on with my life.
If that’s okay.
Katrina made me a man. I could write a book about Katrina. Oh wait,
I am writing a book about Katrina. She had one fierce appetite.We stayed together for a month. Whenever I thought things were over, she just kept coming back for more.
Rita was my rebound hurricane after Katrina. I kept wanting to compare her to Katrina. But there was really no comparison. Things never really clicked between us.
Wilma might be my last hurricane for a while. I’m just dealing with a lot of emotions right now. I’m sure there will be other hurricanes in the future some day.
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