I love extreme weather. Sitting on the front porch during a raucous thunderstorm is bliss. So, I move from Brooklyn to Michigan—where there are tornado sirens, drills, warnings, etc.—fueling my desire to experience a twister (from a safe distance) and there's NOTHING. Instead, a tornado hits a couple neighborhoods away from Park Slope? Craziness.
How do tornadoes form and why don't they hit places like NYC more often? Not enough trailer parks, for one reason, but there are actual scientific, climatological reasons too—just ask this scientician...
Where's the safest place to hide from all varieties of Mother Nature's wrath? This 2005 Slate article says Connecticut.
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Just yesterday Kid Furious and I were reviewing all manner of natural disater. As usual I was walking the fine line between brutal honesty and scaring the crap out of her ;) I believe I used the line "leaving a path of destructiion in its wake..."
Those "Magic Treehouse" books have definitely piqued her interest/fear...
[chuckle] But I LOVE when she gets all serious, and grabs both of my hands and explains how "we have to go to the basement, Dad!"
That's funny. I posted this shortly after Katrina and before that Slate article came out.
I'm a severe weather junkie too. Deliberately stuck around for hurricane Ivan (cat 5) when we were honeymooning in Jamaica, even though the majority of guest bugged out given the opportunity. Love rough seas and big surf. Love a kick-ass thunderstorm. Alas, although I've dreamt of tornadoes off and on since childhood, I've never witnessed one.
You guys are fucking crazy. ;-0
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