I haven’t lived in the Midwest in the spring and summer for several years, so I’d gotten used to not worrying about thunderstorms, lightning storms, flooding, tornadoes, and the like (side note: people in NYC are weather wimps. The whole time I lived there there were only a few big storms–and even those weren’t that big–and people were acting like the apocalypse was coming). Well, last night I was reminded why they call where I live ‘Tornado Alley.’ Nine tornadoes hit the STL area.
My neighborhood is fine. I live up on the bluffs, which provides some protection from the worst of most storms, though we do get at least a few tornadoes a year. The airport, however, was trashed. Windows were shattered, part of the roof was torn off, signs were down everywhere, etc. It’s actually shut down today for the first time since 9/11 (the last weather shut down was 1995), but should be up to about 70% capacity by tomorrow. It could have been a lot worse, but it’s yet another stark reminder (just like the Japanese tsunami though obviously on a much, much lesser scale) that when it comes to Mother Nature, all we can do, is hope for the best.
(PS: In case you were wondering, why yes, that is a picture of an airport shuttle on top of the airport….)