When I was small, and living on the farm, we had a bunch of close ones. After, farmers would go out and see what was missing, and what was new. Also, we were on a party line, which made it easier to get stuff back where it started. Everyone on the party would pick up, and conference what they knew, and what still needed to be found.
I was under a nado once when I was driving a cab. The warning came out and I got my lowest point I could find. It never touched down, but it made a lot of noise going overhead.
I was in one once. It hit just as I finished eating a cheeseburger at Wendy’s. The manager got us all into the walk in freezer. While we waited it out, somebody pounded on the back door. The manager let them in. It was the husband and two kids of an employee. They were dishevelled, and traumatized. He told his wife he got the kids into the pickup as soon as alerts came on TV, and before he could start his truck, their mobile home left. He said they were still sounding alerts, and this was the only place he could think of to go.
When it was all over, they were uncertain if there had been three different tornadoes hit the same Colorado town, or just one that zigged and zagged through it multiple times, but they had definite multiple trails of damage. I was on my way to California when it happened. Leaving town, the carnage was unbearable to see. I drove the next couple of hours feeling like I would puke.
During the time in the freezer, there was crying, praying, ears popped. When the little am radio said we could come out, the power was out. Wendy’s was still standing. The adjoining service station had a gathering of survivors. There was a man who got caught on the road as it happened. There was half a highway sign that plowed into his front passenger window. It caved in the door it had hit so hard. I don’t know how he managed to keep it on the road. The kid working in the gas station was told he couldn’t go home because it wasn’t there anymore. His sister was freaked out because she couldn’t find their little dog. Not an Oz reference. Anyone with out of state plates were told by police to get on out of town.
My gut still wrenches when I think of that day, and it was just shy of thirty years ago.
When I watch Twister, I get a special kind of feeling when they tie themselves to a pipe, and see a nado from inside. I only heard and felt the one I rode, but I can feel it all over again when I see the scene. It does more than make your ears pop. The rapid pressure chances makes the rest of your body feel kind of like being sloshed around in a pool real hard. Innards slosh around in you, and muscles and joints kind of feel a tug this way and that. It was a wild ride, and I was just sitting there on my box of fries.
When you experience the power of a twister first hand, you never again take those sirens lightly. Still, they are fascinating, and I believe that if I had a chance to pop a selfie with one a few miles behind me, I’d probably go for it.