Hard to believe that it’s been 40 years since I was sitting in a hotel room northeast of here waiting for Hurricane Allen to blow across the RGV. Hardly seems possible, the passage of so many years. Having moved to Cameron County and the Brownsville Airport to take a flying job in the spring of 1979, Allen was the first hurricane I was set to experience. It didn’t take me long to know that I didn’t like them. At the time, I was flying a twin-engine, cabin-class, pressurized Cessna, running a charter business on my own, courtesy of the rich doctor ...