To paraphrase an old Jimmy Buffett song about hurricanes.
I don't think we've had a 24-hour stretch where we haven't had a pretty bad storm in the last two weeks.
After a fine, sunny day yesterday, I was awakened by lots of thunder and lightning this morning about 2 AM and the, in the distance, I heard sirens. We were under a tornado warning as a funnel had been spotted in Marengo, heading northeast toward Spring Grove.
We went downstairs to the basement. We have always taken shelter during tornado warnings, but especially since we saw what happened to Joplin, Missouri four months after that monster tornado hit. You don't have to tell us twice.
While downstairs, we tuned to Weather Channel and watched the repeating loop at the bottom of the show they had on. By then, it became apparent that the funnel cloud/storm cell had shifted to heading straight east and wasn't coming our way.
The station was showing the United States' ten worst-ever tornadoes of all time. Not the thing you really want to be watching during a tornado warning. (The Joplin tornado was ranked #4.)
--RoadDog
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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