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Wednesday
Jun272007

Hey kids... twister!

DateWednesday, June 27, 2007 at 01:43PM

twister.jpg

Damn straight, we make our kids tough up here. No rainy day wimps here - if mom says go out and play, then dammit, we go out and play!

Allow me to interject - YIKES!

This was the tornado that touched down just a few miles from my city. As I am told in the news today, the kids were never in danger. Dad snapped the photo and whisked them to the basement.
Shoot, in my day we would have jumped on our bikes and headed for it. Of course, we weren't the sharpest spoons in the drawer.

AuthorCraig Terlson | Comment2 Comments |

Reader Comments (2)

wow. GREAT photo.

June 28, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermaryanne stahl

yowza. It's odd that every kid is looking towards the camera, and the adults are all watching their impending doom.

when I was a kid living in new hampshire, where tornadoes are rare, I spent a long afternoon in hell because the local weather people said there was a chance of a tornado. I didn't know much about them. I sat on the porch, staring at the mountains, expecting a giant funnel to appear at the summit and then leap into town.

June 30, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermark heath

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