Fifty-seven years ago, as a foolish seventeen-year-old looking for adventure, I had my most memorable date on an evening when the last hurricane that directly visited St. Pete Beach’s Pass-a-Grille Beach roared along the Tampa Bay Area coast. Back then, television weather forecasts featured a weatherman drawing storm predictions on a white board with a felt-tipped marker over a silhouette of the state. Warnings were not taken as seriously then as they should have been.