There is nothing like a tornado to focus the mind. You are sitting in your recliner, watching television, when the Emergency Broadcast System interrupts the programing. The announcement is that a tornado has been spotted. People in the vicinity should seek shelter. Really? Shelter? I'm not from here. Define shelter. Define vicinity.
A community on the other side of Fort Worth was hit badly. Six people were killed. A tornado is a scary thing.
Since then I have been researching storm shelters that can be installed in the back yard. I don't know anyone who actually has installed one of these bomb shelters, but right now it seems to be a great idea. The only spot in my house that fits the definition of "shelter" is a closet under the stairs. Frankly, I've got six well fed adults living in my house right now. All of us in that closet would be like putting 10 pounds of dirt in a five pound bag. Additionally, from the news footage of the damage done by the tornado, I didn't see any closets still standing. All I saw were slabs of concrete.
I don't recall being this concerned about the onslaught of 20 inches of snow.
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