After a week of real horror due to the "horrific and violent acts of nature" witnessed this week. NPR's "The Writer's Almanac" http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2011%2F04%2F29 gave a perfect poem: Mother by Ted Kooser. Hit the link above to see or hear it.
These lines are awesome:
a storm that walked on legs of lightning,
dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.
Watch the journey of a writer as he trips the path into publication. "Hell to Pay" now available at http://tinyurl.com/nkw9efy and "The Dark Cry of Aristid" is available at https://tinyurl.com/39na5nmp
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Close call
The other night scared me.
I chased. Nothing spectacular, but made a bad decision. Good squall line coming to life in the midwest.
The front passed and I believe a weak microburst hit near a recently plowed field. First time in my life I've been blind in the field during a storm chase. Found myself in the middle of an intersection when the dust settled enough that I could get my bearings. Only thing I could think of was the last words of Tim Buckman, a Sheriff's deputy, said the night of Greensburg Tornado.
He gave his life to spare others.
I chased. Nothing spectacular, but made a bad decision. Good squall line coming to life in the midwest.
The front passed and I believe a weak microburst hit near a recently plowed field. First time in my life I've been blind in the field during a storm chase. Found myself in the middle of an intersection when the dust settled enough that I could get my bearings. Only thing I could think of was the last words of Tim Buckman, a Sheriff's deputy, said the night of Greensburg Tornado.
"I don't know where I'm at. I can't see anything. It's too late. I'm screwed."
They found his vehicle 200 yards out in a field, smashed like a pop can. He died a couple days later.
I was in no where near that danger, and I hate to bring up what happened to Deputy Buckman, but I found myself in the middle of a slightly busy intersection on a county road. Blind and dumb.
It makes me rethink. I won't give up storm chasing, but it really tones down what was a completely amateur mistake I made.
I broke the following rules:
- I chased past dark.
- I entered a situation I was unsure of
- When I had a chance to turn around I didn't.
It's mistakes like these that make me go out on early season storms and try to get my mind together before it hits the fan later in the month.
Too many things going on, too many priorities, but most important . . . too many people count on me.
Time to be safer.
Father Thunder
If you are interested in what happened to Deputy Tim Buckman follow the link:
Read more: http://www.kansas.com/2007/05/09/65394/deputy-who-tried-to-warn-of-tornado.html#ixzz1IgmqZ7DS
He gave his life to spare others.
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