Beer bottles and kegs spilled out from shattered bars like confetti, and Winds the beach souvenir shack near the northern edge of town was a husk. Ian blew out all the shop’s windows, and most of the tile inside, too. Soaked neon swimsuits, hats and sunset-colored T-shirts lay in a wet curl around the building. The stiff sea breeze was tainted by the smell of natural gas.