I grew up in western Nebraska, where summer storms whip themselves up to ferocious proportions over relatively flat expanses of land. I’ve probably spent time totaling two entire summers huddled in the basement watching the Weather Channel as tornadoes ripped through our county. Compared to some of the stuff I’ve seen out west, Lincoln’s storms are relatively mild. At least, that’s what I thought until this year.
The Sunday before Memorial Day, this happened in my back yard.
Then last week, I came into work and found this in the driveway.
The same night, a friend’s house in Aurora — which they haven’t fully moved into yet — got hit with a tree as well. Compared to a lot of the destruction between Kearney and York, a couple of trees on the ground isn’t much, I guess.
We don’t have cable and are generally pretty oblivious to any weather not immediately outside the window. My mom called last night to warn us that something nasty was headed our way. Tornadoes don’t usually hit Lincoln, and in ten years of living here I don’t think I’ve heard the sirens go off once. They went off last night, though, and that was enough to scare us into the basement. Hank the dog chewed on a bone whilst Amos and I shopped online for a weather radio.
For those of you unfamiliar with them, weather radios tune to specific frequencies that broadcast only about the weather in your area. Those stations also have some sort of magic emergency signal that can actually turn on your radio and alert you to anything particularly awful that’s going on. It’s the perfect thing for us, and I’ll actually feel a bit better once it arrives.
I checked the paper this morning to see how bad things got last night, and the first reports are not terrible. However, those of you in Nebraska should check the batteries in your flashlights and make sure you unplug your electronics when you go to bed. It looks like we’re in for more of the same tonight.