It sounded like an air-raid siren. Melani grabbed my phone and in the sudden, complete silence inside the car said, “Umn, it’s a tornado warning. We have to find shelter. Now.”
The text, sent from the office near the end of my shift, was shorthand for “Let’s run away for a few hours. This reality sucks donkey balls.” Or something along those lines. She understood.
NEW ORLEANS, La. – I was walking along the dark streets around our hotel, alone, when I stepped on something that couldn’t have been bigger than a frog but made a sound like a hurt squirrel and then skittered away. Skittered! Like that creature in The Grudge. What does that? Omigod. Creepy end to a […]
SULLIVAN’S ISLAND, S.C. – I touched a hurricane today. Hurricane Earl’s deadly riptides have already claimed a surfer somewhere along the East Coast, according to an overheard conversation back in Ocean City. A couple of fishermen were the only other souls at a beach in Sullivan’s Island today and while Melani and Trevor mined the […]
Melani has been pestering me all week to take her to see the Perseid meteor shower. This requires getting away from the city lights, and I’ve been too tired and stressed out after work for the drive. Last night, I finally gave in because, gorrammit, I wasn’t going to be responsible for her missing the […]
My fear of tornadoes goes back to Grade 6. It was the mid-’80s and we were living in The Beaches in Toronto. Our house was quite close to the water, on a street with the most wonderful name: Kippendavie Avenue. My school was less than a block away. During class one spring afternoon, the secretary […]