Friday, February 25, 2011
Now, I'm from California, and I'm used to the ground shaking once in a while, but I never expected the wind to pick up our BBQ and throw it through the privacy fence, but it did.
This is tornado season in Tennessee, and we were under a warning until around midnight. That means that weather preempts all my favorite shows. They don't mess around here when it comes to storms.
I've already witnessed the aftermath of two of them here in Tennessee, and I don't want to come any closer than I did with the last. We were still living with my son and his wife, and the five of us huddled in their basement closet while the wind sucked the air from our lungs and sounded like a freight train passing by.
The swirling dervish missed my son's house by very little, and walking to the end of the street and viewing the swath of destruction was horrible. That twister killed seven people here in Gallatin. Now I'm asking myself if there really is a safe place to live right now. Seems Mother Nature is pissed at all of us.