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Severe weather in the southeastern U.S.
posted at 09:08 pm on 03-15-2008
I don't normally use this blog, but thinking that I probably should, I'll add an entry every now and then, if I remember to do so.
Slammed with storms over the past couple of days. F2 tornado damage in Atlanta, some awesome pics of the aftermath. Today there was a great deal of unusual windshear in our area, echo-tops reaching 50K feet on doppler. The TVS was heading straight toward Benettsville, SC, last time I looked at Intellicast. *Benettsville had a similar outbreak in the early 80's that nearly leveled the town. Hope this isn't a repeat performance.* Probably will be significant damage by morning light. I'm not at home right now - and glad I wasn't there. Storms rolled through about 4 hours earlier than expected this AM, and I barely got out of the house in time to find a stronger structure. Once I got to a 'safe haven,' I watched the doppler loop as some really nasty cells pounded the area where my house sits. A neighbor I called reported nickel-size hail and some gusts strong enough to take down some tree limbs, but otherwise no damage to my house. Breathing easier now... I really, really hope that we're not going to be seeing a tornado outbreak year, but after the drought last year due to a strong El Nino condition, I fully expect to see an active spring tornado season as well as an active hurricane season this time, now that the trade winds have turned back around. I challenge any other weather buff out there to prove me wrong.
In other news, Obama's getting a lot of heat for his longtime friendship with Rev. Wright, the preacher who 'damned' America and told us all we deserved 9-11. Again, I ask, do we really need such divisiveness in our country? We're already entering a recession, the job market sucks and now everyone's calling everyone else a racist. How much more stupid can this possibly get?
Poem for the day:
Grandma
In her room, spinning dreams of gold
Grandma enjoys the morning sun
Gathering in her yarns of old
Her years and memories come undone
Cigarette smoke wafting all a-swirl
Grandma, in her silver-haired glory
Time was, when she was a girl
She tells me of yet another story
Other kin, none that I ever knew
Bounced many a baby on her knee
Times of laughter, and times of blue
Such things her ancient eyes did see
Wagons, telephones and them Model Ts
Men just up and went to the moon
There's the deaths of the Kennedys
And the End-Times are comin' soon
Then Grandma only whispers the rest
Yet I can hear her just the same
"I love you, honey, you're the best!"
Even though she's forgotten my name.
- copyright 2008, J. Clayton
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A poem
posted at 09:17 pm on 02-23-2008
Monsoon Season
Summer, the conqueror
Her creeping soldiers dressed
In sacred blue & gray
Boldly, she marches in
On the heels of blessed Spring
Arizona pays no heed
As Summer comes to grieve
Winter’s lonely death
Her anguished tears, falling
Across the desert plain
Dragging silken skirts of verga
Enshrouded, she mourns
Thunder is the scream
Of Summer’s rage
Cursing the desert below
With rainbows in her wake
High noon, in the funereal gloom
The land surrenders
Offering up flowers
At Her Majesty’s passing
Then, Autumn’s first caress
The soldiers of Summer swoon
Revealing turquoise skies
Winter, like the Phoenix, reborn
Peaceful Arizona sleeps.
------Copyright 2004, J Clayton
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