FLOYD, FLOYD they say you are one bad bear. Of people and property, they say you don't care. Well, listen here, listen to me. We are the people of South Carolina, you see. We lived through Hugo, and he was mean-- --the meanest wind some had ever seen. Hugo did a number on our state -- overran rivers, turned over oaks, made match sticks from stripped pine trees. Man, Hugo made a mall-dump out of our best beaches. And Hugo sent us scrambling in our packed cars in long, long lines on 26 and 95 getting out of town to stay alive. We cried when we tried to go back home And the National Guard had to point the way because the street signs had been blown away. We saw our roof tops in our neighbor's yard. We put on paper what we could remember of what we thought we owned before September. Our hearts were hurt but our dreams weren't killed by Hugo. So you go on, Floyd, Leave us alone if you will (that's what we'd like) But even if you strike with all your might, remember, we are the people of South Carolina We'll still stand when we get up off our knees praising our Lord for allowing what he pleases. Sandra R. Pound