HERE IS A LINK TO A NATIONAL RADAR THAT ALLOWS YOU TO LOOP AND ZOOM IN TO STREET LEVEL FOR THE DOLLY LANDFALL AT STREET LEVEL OR FOR ANY OTHER PLACE IN THE COUNTRY. ITS KIND INTERESTING. CLICK HERE AND CLICK THEN ON THE INTERACTIVE RADAR.
Dolly is behaving pretty much like I thought it would which is it in intensifying as it is making landfall
about 10 miles north of Port Isabel. Over the past few days it was coming together and all it needed was for the upper low that was messing up a little bit of it’s upper support to move out of the way and then it would really explode. The models were exactly right in moving the upper low out just prior to landfall and the result was that Dolly bumped up to 100 mph. The possibility it would be slightly stronger than the official forecast was always there. I had also speculated that the upper ridge would not build back in fast enough to take Dolly more westward as soon as the official track and that a landfall north of
Brownsville was possible. The boys at the NHC I think recognized both the potential for a little stronger intensity and a farther north track by putting the hurricane warning all the way to Corpus Christi. Anyway, it’s going into perhaps the best place in the country for a landfalling hurricane as outlined in the previous post. The roughest conditions will not affect a huge amount of people.
There is a guy that has come off the African Coast that holds some promise. Here is the NHC Dolly Discussion:
On This Date In History: Do you remember the movie A Christmas Story in which Ralphie wants a BB gun and has visions of shooting Black Bart? It leads one to believe that Bart was some desperado. Well, in the 1870’s there was a dime novel that was loosely based on a true story. The writer called his main character Bartholomew Graham who took the name of “Black Bart” because he wore black close, had black long curly hair and a dense black beard. In real life, there was a man named Charles Bowles was born in England in 1829 and immigrated to New York in the United States a few years later with his family.
As a young man, he changed his name to Boles and in 1849, he and his cousin went to California to seek their fortune in gold. They failed and a few years later, came back. Charley Boles tried again with his cousin and his brother. Not only did they fail again, but the brother and cousin both died from an illness. Charley eventually returned and got married. After spending time in the Union Army and serving with distinction, Charley again went out west, this time to Montana where he set up a mining site that depended on water. Some men from Wells Fargo offered to buy his claim and he refused. The men reacted by cutting off his water and Charley had to abandon his mine but said in a letter to his wife,”I am going to take steps.” No one knew what he meant. The last letter his wife received from him was in 1871.
On This Date in 1878, a Wells Fargo stagecoach was robbed of $400. It wasn’t the first time that a stagecoach from Wells Fargo had been robbed. And each time, a poem that intimated the perpetrator was going to strike again. It was signed “Black Bart”. Bart robbed Wells Fargo stage coaches numerous times. He wore a flour sack on his head and never fired a shot, though on a few occasions, shots were fired at him. There was never any mayhem or extreme violence. In 1883, Bart made a mistake when he left behind a handkerchief. The Pinkerton detectives were able to track the hanky from a laundry mark to an elderly man in San Francisco named Charles Bolton. Bolton admitted that he indeed was Black Bart, but he disputed his reputation as being an outlaw by telling the Pinkertons. “I am a gentleman.” It was also learned that Bolton was really Charles Boles, who years before vowed to “take steps” against the company who forced him to abandon his mining claim. His wife, who had thought he was long since dead, found out that Boles was alive when she learned of his arrest. But, I guess his absence must have been the show stopper because Boles went to prison for a short time and spent the rest of his days quietly in Nevada.