There is no need to post my area's weather, y'all know already.
Hows your weather?
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BREAKING: Punxsutawney Phil is in jail after calling for 6 more weeks of winter. Now he’s being transferred to maximum security ahead of the bomb cyclone blizzard. He’s only allowed out one hour a day. Serves him right.
This is one hole he’s not digging out of.
This is one hole he’s not digging out of.
Wu-Wu!! we finally got snow!
Let the crazyness begin.
Let the crazyness begin.
Snow over. Back to normal —
Notice Tuesday forward; rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain…
It's all gone. Melted.
Lookin forward to saturday night for a little relief…
That explains all the bastards in Dallas.....jk.
Around here we're getting an occasional glimpse of the sun.
It tricks you out onto your deck with the sun, then drenches you in a sudden rainstorm.
It tricks you out onto your deck with the sun, then drenches you in a sudden rainstorm.
How was your weather, 15 years ago?
It was pretty lively, if you were in Joplin, Missouri. Record-setting EF-5 tornado, and over 4000 structures reduced to landfill.
I have a history with that. I wasn't in Joplin...not THAT DAY.
I was in town the very next day. Absolutely clueless about what was going on.
I was traveling, by mortarsickle, from Escanaba, Michigan (nominally my home at the time) to a job interview in Fort Worth, Texas. With the BNSF - the Big New Santa Fe, as those who worked other lines, called it. FW was their corporate home, and I was applying for a support position.
I had gotten several days to get down to the interview - allowed this because of the remoteness of my position and trouble getting flights. AND, probably, because they weren't in a hurry to hire me - probably had the candidate picked out. I know I didn't get it.
But, it was a fine opportunity for a spring ride - I owned a BMW R1200GS in those days; had luggage on it - I could put a week's worth of supplies on it and just roll on down the road.
So I aimed and rolled. I was riding hot, averaging 500 miles a day. Second day out - late start the first day. I rolled through Missouri as the sun was getting low...weather had been spotty, but I'd missed most of the rain.
But, all of a sudden all the hotels were packed! Work trucks and equipment. I came to a Stupor Ate, with VACANCY lit, and found out why. I had heard nothing, having no radio and Smartphones were for stupid people.
The room that night was $269. I was happy to get it, given how all of Joplin was cordoned off, and I'd be fumbling through detours in the dark.
Then...luck got worse, for me. I awake with my leg on fire. Swollen and hot. This isn't good.
Well, I hobble around, packing and loading...it ain't good at-ALL. I was thinking, phlebitis.
Hospitals were overwhelmed. One had been damaged beyond use.
Well...I could go to another hospital or Red Cross field station, and get in triage, and maybe wait a week, no food with me...or I could hobble back onto that monster dual-sport, and get to Dallas or die trying. If I got several hundred miles away, I might be able to get into a hospital that afternoon, instead of three days.
So I did. And I made Dallas that night, and amazingly, my leg was much better. Still swollen a bit...
I knew a cash-clinic in the Dallas area from previous work out of there. I went there, next day, and the doc gives me a go-over.
"Looks like gout, to me." Swelling was almost gone by that time.
I didn't believe it, not then; but the leg was still attached and I could walk, so I was gonna accept that as a WIN. Also, that I wasn't in Joplin a day before when I had arrived, to get blown out of a cardboard-box motel.
Anyway...I've got memories of that storm. Part of a life well-lived...but not all memories are good ones.
It was pretty lively, if you were in Joplin, Missouri. Record-setting EF-5 tornado, and over 4000 structures reduced to landfill.
I have a history with that. I wasn't in Joplin...not THAT DAY.
I was in town the very next day. Absolutely clueless about what was going on.
I was traveling, by mortarsickle, from Escanaba, Michigan (nominally my home at the time) to a job interview in Fort Worth, Texas. With the BNSF - the Big New Santa Fe, as those who worked other lines, called it. FW was their corporate home, and I was applying for a support position.
I had gotten several days to get down to the interview - allowed this because of the remoteness of my position and trouble getting flights. AND, probably, because they weren't in a hurry to hire me - probably had the candidate picked out. I know I didn't get it.
But, it was a fine opportunity for a spring ride - I owned a BMW R1200GS in those days; had luggage on it - I could put a week's worth of supplies on it and just roll on down the road.
So I aimed and rolled. I was riding hot, averaging 500 miles a day. Second day out - late start the first day. I rolled through Missouri as the sun was getting low...weather had been spotty, but I'd missed most of the rain.
But, all of a sudden all the hotels were packed! Work trucks and equipment. I came to a Stupor Ate, with VACANCY lit, and found out why. I had heard nothing, having no radio and Smartphones were for stupid people.
The room that night was $269. I was happy to get it, given how all of Joplin was cordoned off, and I'd be fumbling through detours in the dark.
Then...luck got worse, for me. I awake with my leg on fire. Swollen and hot. This isn't good.
Well, I hobble around, packing and loading...it ain't good at-ALL. I was thinking, phlebitis.
Hospitals were overwhelmed. One had been damaged beyond use.
Well...I could go to another hospital or Red Cross field station, and get in triage, and maybe wait a week, no food with me...or I could hobble back onto that monster dual-sport, and get to Dallas or die trying. If I got several hundred miles away, I might be able to get into a hospital that afternoon, instead of three days.
So I did. And I made Dallas that night, and amazingly, my leg was much better. Still swollen a bit...
I knew a cash-clinic in the Dallas area from previous work out of there. I went there, next day, and the doc gives me a go-over.
"Looks like gout, to me." Swelling was almost gone by that time.
I didn't believe it, not then; but the leg was still attached and I could walk, so I was gonna accept that as a WIN. Also, that I wasn't in Joplin a day before when I had arrived, to get blown out of a cardboard-box motel.
Anyway...I've got memories of that storm. Part of a life well-lived...but not all memories are good ones.
when the tornado hit joplin i was in springfield 90mi east headed west on I44 toward joplin ....remember it was a sunny day but coming toward springfield from the west was a black wall cloud that looked like desert dust storms rolling in you see in movies.....i changed my plans and went elsewhere was headed to a jobsite that direction and did not see the need of visiting in bad weather ....springfield just got wind and rain ...remember the reports that evening ....i owned a engineering and heavy construction company so i sent a representative to the area the next day to see how we could assist, he was turned away, sent him again a few days later again turned away ie they were overwhelmed.......a few weeks later one of my forensic engineers was involved in inspecting the hospital that was hit, the stories he told were amazing and it was a concrete structure that experienced movement....they demo'ed rebuilt the hospital on another site later......over the years we were involved with many tornado assessments and rebuilds etc the power of a tornado and what it can do will defy your imagination
Be a great gig, being a tevee weather-clown in your area.
You'd never be wrong. Unlike, say, Cleveland, where even in the early 1960s, they started hiring actual meterologists to do the weather presentation. Winter storms in the Great Lakes are nothing to mess with.