“Today, the technology is there to give early and normally ample warning when a powerful tornado approaches. When a tornado strikes, all of us are at risk.” —Spencer Bachus
It doesn’t have to be Oklahoma where the wind come whistlin’ down the plain. It comes roarin’ through Indiana as well. The house on the left side of the photo wth the silvery tarp is mine. At least I had some sort of roof to put a tarp over. No shingles, a few less windows and a lot fewer trees.
The tornado, an F-3, struck our house at a few minutes after 2:00 AM. There we're no warnings. The trail was some 40+ miles long, 3/4 of a mile wide, moved at 60 mph and spared very little in its path. My wife and the two cats came through just fine thanks to my daughter-in-law who called in a warning right before it hit enabling her to get to the first floor powder room just as the windows blew out. An event like this really lets you know who your friends are. Sometimes even strangers are better friends.
I’d always wanted to see a tornado. Morbid curiosity. Trouble was, I was in Pennsylvania when it hit. I content myself with the idea that the “FINGER OF GOD” wasn't looking for me.
It’s been a year, most of the houses in the area have either been repaired, razed and rebuilt, or remain vacant lots. Really miss those big tulip poplar trees and the fall color of the sweet gums that used to populate the back yard. Lost about ten really big ones.
Bought a big sun-sail to block off the summer sun. What used to be in shade by about 3:00 PM doesn’t get shade until the sun goes down.
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