The level four thunderstorms that rolled into town did more than send a tornado within a few miles of my house, they also knocked out the power for no less than five hours. The advantages of a laptop were readily apparent as I still managed to get online and get my blogging fix (I need some serious help.) Then the power flicked on and off about seven or eight times in just a minute. It was some kind of sick joke the power company was playing on me. It was just past midnight when electrical power was completely restored to the hapless inhabitants of my neighborhood. My house immediately began its series of cruel jokes as lights came back on, computers rebooted, alarms went off, and blinking "12:00's" appeared all over the place.
Earlier that evening, however, represented the shortest church experience of my life. One song into the service, the sirens went off and the women-folk went to the basement and the men ran outside. My dad even made the comment, "That sound means we're supposed to seek shelter, but here we are!" Sometimes, common sense takes a back seat to machismo and curiosity... and we all know what that did to the proverbial cat.
Jeff C.
