I grew up in Miami. I remember my grandparents, and other old-timers, who used to pronounce hurricane like hair-i-cun.

We had several hurricanes blow through when I was relatively young. There was always a sense of excitement and I can remember the warm still air before the storm hit. My dad would cook on the Coleman stove and we'd look out peep-holes in the shutters and watch the effects of the wind and blowing rain. Good memories of stormy weather...