Saturday, October 12, 2000. 1:30 AM EDT.
Jason Perrine was the NWS Chief for the Northeast Region. This night he was in the Upton, NY NWS office.
He had a stack of papers on his desk, all dealing with the same thing. The gun they'd had to their heads for the last two weeks, Hurricane Keith. A large Category 4 storm, with winds of 150 mph and hurricane-force winds stretching out 125 miles from its center, it had developed off the coast of Africa and sped northwest. For a while, it seemed that the Southeast coast of the US was going to see the worst hurricane in many years.
However, when the storm was 600 miles east of Key West, the prevailing weather patterns started to pull it northward. It had been moving north ever since, accelerating to a forward speed of 40 MPH to it's current position, 250 miles southeast of Atlantic City, New Jersey, with unusually warm Atlantic waters enabling it to hold its strength. Now all forecasts said that a front in the North Atlantic was about to draw it hard northeastward and out to sea, mercifully...what could have been a disaster would just be a lot of rain and some tropical storm force gusts. Just in the nick of time, Jason thought. About time for Melissa to come in with the 1:30 report on the North Atlantic...
Just as he was thinking that, Melissa Daniels, his assistant, walked in with two sheets of paper off the printer. Her face white. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she stuttered out the words...
"Front 6-L. It's dro...dropping. Fast."
She gave him the papers. His face went white as he read the information his assistant had summed up. Indeed 6-L was dropping, and fast. Running to the main computer, he sat down at the station and quickly input the new information. One minute later, he saw the new forecast. Now it was his turn to have his face turn white. Instead of going out to sea, Hurricane Keith was heading northwest at 40 MPH. In just six hours, it was going to make landfall just south of Brick, New Jersey.
"Melissa, get me the Director on the phone. Stat. Then get me FEMA, Mayor Giuliani, and Governor Whitman. In that order. And I'm going to put out a Condition Red for New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, and Rhode Island for Keith the moment I get off the phone with them."
As he lifted the phone, he thought of his home, in New York City's Greenwich Village. Unlikely he'd ever live there again...as the Director picked up the phone, the thought that was going through Jason's head was..."New York City is f****d."
Jason Perrine was the NWS Chief for the Northeast Region. This night he was in the Upton, NY NWS office.
He had a stack of papers on his desk, all dealing with the same thing. The gun they'd had to their heads for the last two weeks, Hurricane Keith. A large Category 4 storm, with winds of 150 mph and hurricane-force winds stretching out 125 miles from its center, it had developed off the coast of Africa and sped northwest. For a while, it seemed that the Southeast coast of the US was going to see the worst hurricane in many years.
However, when the storm was 600 miles east of Key West, the prevailing weather patterns started to pull it northward. It had been moving north ever since, accelerating to a forward speed of 40 MPH to it's current position, 250 miles southeast of Atlantic City, New Jersey, with unusually warm Atlantic waters enabling it to hold its strength. Now all forecasts said that a front in the North Atlantic was about to draw it hard northeastward and out to sea, mercifully...what could have been a disaster would just be a lot of rain and some tropical storm force gusts. Just in the nick of time, Jason thought. About time for Melissa to come in with the 1:30 report on the North Atlantic...
Just as he was thinking that, Melissa Daniels, his assistant, walked in with two sheets of paper off the printer. Her face white. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she stuttered out the words...
"Front 6-L. It's dro...dropping. Fast."
She gave him the papers. His face went white as he read the information his assistant had summed up. Indeed 6-L was dropping, and fast. Running to the main computer, he sat down at the station and quickly input the new information. One minute later, he saw the new forecast. Now it was his turn to have his face turn white. Instead of going out to sea, Hurricane Keith was heading northwest at 40 MPH. In just six hours, it was going to make landfall just south of Brick, New Jersey.
"Melissa, get me the Director on the phone. Stat. Then get me FEMA, Mayor Giuliani, and Governor Whitman. In that order. And I'm going to put out a Condition Red for New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, and Rhode Island for Keith the moment I get off the phone with them."
As he lifted the phone, he thought of his home, in New York City's Greenwich Village. Unlikely he'd ever live there again...as the Director picked up the phone, the thought that was going through Jason's head was..."New York City is f****d."