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February 25th 2011    Tim Candler

    Heard freight trains, and whistling, and thunder and saw lightning.  But no peep from the weather radio.  I thought for certain it was an issue of finance, and I dreamt of weathermen collecting the dole. Long muttering lines of them with hair gone to seed.

     Storms are always worse at night. I remember once it was nice to lie in your own bed listening to the wind howl. Then you watch the tornado chasers, hear them ooh and ah at the magnificence of nature and see your own bed land in a neighboring county.

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