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Hello Dolly pt. 2

It is a little after 10:00 a.m. on Monday and the latest computer models show the storm tracking north, northwest, which places landfall just south of Corpus Christi. The forecasters still say it will go more towards Brownsville, so who knows who's right.

While a strong storm, even a Category 1 Hurricane wouldn't require us to evacuate, but we are still doing what we can to prepare.

Gains has gone to represent our church at a emergency meeting with city officials, state officials, and the folks from the national weather service to be updated and to make contingency plans. We want to be prepared to help our members in case the storm takes a turn for the worst.

Comments

H.R.H. Jeanne said…
It is amazing to have found your blog by way of searching for the latest info on Dolly! My husband and I live in Rockport and visited your church Sunday-before-last. We would have been there this past Sunday, but I was under the weather and unable to come. We will come back! I took the time to read the earlier July "notes" and enjoyed it. I'll come back to your blog, too! I hope we will be able to participate more with your wonderful church. Thank you for being here. -- Kirby & Jeanne McRorey
July 21, 2008 at 5:33 PM
Scott Jones said…
Thanks for leaving a comment Jeanne! I hope you found better info on the storm.

And I hope you'll be back and I hope you are feeling better.

God Bless,
Scott
July 21, 2008 at 6:10 PM
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