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posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 03.23.05 (7:39 pm) hahaha. Yes you so do crave danger. Anyone who thinks they coudl be a storm chaser craves danger. No ifs ands or buts about it! hahaha. I lived in Oklahoma City for a couple of years before coming to Texas. You know... as in Oklahoma where they filmed 'Twister'... most people in Oklahoma go about there business in the middle of tornadic activity like nothing is happening. My best friend from there suggested hitting a club (as in driving to it) right about the time a tornado touched down a few miles away. My boss there really enjoyed tornados, so much so that he would send me outside to see if they were close enough to see yet. I refused to do that after my hair twisted up above my head one evening whilst I was leaning over a balcony with my hand over my eyes looking for the elusive swirls... I remember the first time I heard the alarms sound with the warning of one fast approaching. Being the ignorant European, I marched out of my apartment all pissed off about the noise... I quickly learned to find the bathtub. posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 03.23.05 (8:52 pm) Reply to: lindy Hmmmm. In general, I'm pretty much a wimp when it comes to dangerous situations. Although, I guess it all depends on what we define as dangerous. I suppose we all pick and choose or own places to be brave. :) posted by: lindy (reply) post date: 03.24.05 (5:19 am) Reply to: juniperflux Oh... you closet rebel you. :) posted by: ScubaDiva (reply) post date: 03.25.05 (1:46 pm) My mom's house got hit by a tornado in '98. It took part of the roof off the house but she was ok. Now, whenever there's a hard rain or thunderstorm, she's in the basement. And every spring, she takes all the family photos and puts them in the basement too... So, just be sure before you go face to face with that storm and have a full tank of gas. LOL posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 03.25.05 (7:09 pm) Reply to: ScubaDiva Yikes! Luckily, I don't live in an area where I'll have to prove my metal, so to speak. I'm sorry your mom's got a bit of the shakes as a result of her near-miss as it were... but I'm glad the roof is all that got blown "over the rainbow." Thanks for stopping by. :) j posted by: aqualung (reply) post date: 03.26.05 (9:10 am) tornadic activity fascinates me. as a person who has never been in the midst of one, i guess i don't really know what i would do. posted by: aqualung (reply) post date: 03.26.05 (9:10 am) is that you speaking on the "little sarcastic" link? posted by: aqualung (reply) post date: 03.26.05 (9:11 am) i love this line: "I think at this point I’m supposed to say that the entire event made me feel small or fragile or grateful or some other adjective indigenous to the confines of a fortune cookie." posted by: aqualung (reply) post date: 03.26.05 (9:11 am) oh... and no, i do not think you know me or that i know you. posted by: ma543zda (reply) post date: 04.30.08 (10:13 pm) c875t |
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We had a tornado in our quiet little town tonight. We all stood outside and watched it roil and slither, rather quickly I thought, past us at a distance of some 5 miles. We should have been inside with our heads between our knees, but like an adolescent girl who’s been told too often that she’s pretty; things like this simply will not be ignored. When it was all over, we were left with a blanket made up of hundreds, perhaps thousands of individual pieces of hail, many of which looked to me like small turtles or the oddly shaped stones you find on rocky beaches. In the distance, the black outline of trees, still vacant of spring leaves, reached up into a blood red sky.