Sometimes Life Just Ain't Funny

There's an old southern saying that goes, "Don't like thea storm themselves or know someone who has.
weather? Just hang around a few minutes. It'll change."Myself, included.
Anyone who's spent much time in Alabama can relateApril 7, 1974: a night when dozens of tornadoes ripped
to that one. It's not uncommon to wake up to a bluethrough North Alabama, causing much damage and
sky filled with brilliant sunshine and white puffy clouds,loss of life. I remember sitting on the back porch of my
then go to bed that evening with the wind and rainLimestone County home with my old man, watching a
beating against your window. Alabama weather isspindly tornado pass by just a few miles to the north.
about as predictable as watching The Jerry SpringerWhat were we doing outside in such a storm, propped
Show. You know something's going to happen, you'reup on milk crates like two yokels waiting on a bus to
just not sure what it will be.take them to the big city? You'd have to know my old
Given the unpredictability of Alabama weather, Iman to appreciate the answer to that one. You see,
sometimes wonder why television stations botherhe was one of those men who would rather stand
employing weathermen at all. Oh sure, theyoutside and face a storm head-on than get caught
razzle-dazzle us with their color radars and stormhiding from it in a bathtub. At the time, I thought it was
trackers and incoherent weather-speak, and when thepretty cool, sitting out there with him in the rain,
weather is popping we can count on them to keep uswatching the butts of his cigarettes float off the edge
well-informed, but on an average day you could getof the porch. It was the ultimate father and son
just as accurate a forecast by calling the Psychicbonding ritual: two brave souls valiantly facing Mother
Hotline.Nature and all that. Looking back now, I can see that
I've got an eighty-year-old aunt who predicts thewe were not heroes. We were just a couple of idiots
weather with what she calls her "magic bunion." To bewho were too stupid to be scared.
honest, the magic bunion is not as easy to look at asLast week, Alabama was faced once again with an
color radar (it's actually pretty disgusting), but it's usuallyonslaught of killer storms much like those that hit in
right on the money when it comes to predicting rain or1974. During the storm that passed over my house, it
drought (it throbs when it's going to rain and itchesrained harder than I've ever seen it rain before.
when it's not). Okay, it's not a perfect science, but thePowerful gusts of wind blew my plastic porch furniture
magic bunion would never interrupt your favorite showdown the street and the night sky was alive with
just to tell you it's raining in Tokyo, as many TVheavy thunder and brilliant flashes of lightning. My TV
weathermen would.weather buddies told me that a severe thunderstorm
Most television stations seem to think that, when itwas headed my way and they encouraged me to
comes to predicting the weather, a magic bunion justseek shelter. Hmm, maybe they weren't such bad
isn't enough. They all have a meteorologist or two onguys to have around, after all.
staff, though they rarely speak of meteors, andMy wife and daughters were snugly bedded down in
enough weather gizmos and gadgets to make Mr.the bathtub. Heavy blankets, candles, a
Wizard green with Doppler envy. Some stations havebattery-powered radio, a box of Ding-Dongs and a jug
taken things to the next level by reporting the weatherof Kool Ade were close by. My wife, in her infinite
from outside of all places. It makes sense, I guess,wisdom, wanted to be prepared for a power outage
since that's where the majority of weather occurs.or a sudden case of the munchies.
And it's sure to cut down on the number of missedAnd where was I during this potentially deadly storm?
forecasts since all they have to do is look up. It's hardFor the most part, I was sitting on the toilet singing
to predict sunshine when rain is falling on your head.Barney songs with my girls. But there was a moment
While I make light of TV weathermen and their toys, Iwhen I stepped out onto the front porch to face the
do take the weather very seriously. North Alabama isoncoming unknown. I stared up into the black sky and
my home. It's also the place my grampa often called,waited for a flash of lightning to illuminate the clouds, to
"the ass end of tornado alley." In modernreveal what was hiding up there. After a minute, I
weather-speak, that means that North Alabama isdecided there was nothing to see. I turned to go inside,
historically prone to weather patterns that could (andbut not before stealing one last look at the storm.
often do) spawn dangerous storms and tornadoes.I briefly thought of my old man.
Most North Alabamians have either lived through suchI wondered if he was doing the same.