I grew up in Tornado Alley. The drills were common-place. The sirens were a norm. Those crazy-colored pre-storm skies have become surprisingly un-freaky throughout the years. This shit happens in the Midwest, and especially in Central Illinois tornadoes are a no-brainer. Like Earthquakes on the East Coast. Duh, tornadoes!
But hell if there isn’t some extra weight hanging in those sirens and doppler radars, after everything that’s been going on weather-wise in the past month or so. Damn.
So it’s true, I might have readied my cello for a little bit of basement hanging, an hour ago. Yep.
In other news, I am back from all those places where I was! I know I should update, particularly on my hilarious Amtrak experience, but…eh!