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I woke up (after a night of very fitful sleep) at 4:10 AM to get on a flight to St. Louis. When I arrived at St. Louis, it was 68 degrees. The flight landed early, and between that and the irregular schedule of flights I had some time before a client meeting and dinner, so I took a catnap.
I was awakened by sirens. Not police or ambulance sirens, more like the air raid siren that used to sound in downtown SF at noon every first Wednesday of the month. Flip on the hotel TV, and a big graphic in the corner of the screen says TORNADO WARNING. Joy! Channel surf to a weather report, and there it is, a long, narrow storm front, moving 60 MPH northeast across the state, dropping "heavy damaging hail" in its wake. The storm front has a gigantic, sharp divot cut out of it on the leading edge, and the weatherperson helpfully points to it and says "This shape here is indicative of severe wind shear, which is why there may be a TORNADO! RIGHT THERE in the POINTY BIT!!"
Thankfully, no actual twister touches down, at least not anywhere near my hotel. However, when I step outside a few hours later for dinner, the temperature on THIS side of the storm front is a *brisk* 28 degrees.
"...with variable high cloudiness and gusty winds" -- Tom Waits
I was awakened by sirens. Not police or ambulance sirens, more like the air raid siren that used to sound in downtown SF at noon every first Wednesday of the month. Flip on the hotel TV, and a big graphic in the corner of the screen says TORNADO WARNING. Joy! Channel surf to a weather report, and there it is, a long, narrow storm front, moving 60 MPH northeast across the state, dropping "heavy damaging hail" in its wake. The storm front has a gigantic, sharp divot cut out of it on the leading edge, and the weatherperson helpfully points to it and says "This shape here is indicative of severe wind shear, which is why there may be a TORNADO! RIGHT THERE in the POINTY BIT!!"
Thankfully, no actual twister touches down, at least not anywhere near my hotel. However, when I step outside a few hours later for dinner, the temperature on THIS side of the storm front is a *brisk* 28 degrees.
"...with variable high cloudiness and gusty winds" -- Tom Waits
