May used to be Tornado
Awareness Month but I recently discovered it’s now observed in April. I may be a month late, but the message
remains timely, especially for those of us in plains states. Unless
you’re Pecos Pete, be prepared for tornados—or as they say in the southwest—cyclones.
If you don’t already have a
preparedness plan, visit the FEMA site for helpful hints:

The memory of that day is
still clear. I was working in my den
with the TV on in the background when the sky turned ominously dark—black with
a greenish tint. Suddenly it became quiet,
then, suddenly, what sounded like a freight train roared past. A moment or two later a local meteorologist
appeared on the tube urging residents of northeastern Stillwater to take
cover. Missed it by that much,
Belinda!
Walking outside to observe
the damage, I was shaken by how close I had come to disaster. A few feet and my barn would have been
history. A few yards and I would have
been a mere memory.
Nearly twenty years later, the
decaying felled trees, like fallen
soldiers on a battlefield, serve as a testament to the power of Mother Nature
and in turn man’s relative insignificance.
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