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Sometimes Life Just Ain't Funny

There's an old southern saying that goes,Myself,  included.
"Don't like the weather? Just hang around a
few  minutes.  It'll  change."April 7, 1974: a night when dozens of
tornadoes ripped through North Alabama,
Anyone who's spent much time in Alabama cancausing much damage and loss of life. I
relate to that one. It's not uncommon to wakeremember sitting on the back porch of my
up to a blue sky filled with brilliantLimestone County home with my old man,
sunshine and white puffy clouds, then go towatching a spindly tornado pass by just a few
bed that evening with the wind and rainmiles to the north. What were we doing
beating against your window. Alabama weatheroutside in such a storm, propped up on milk
is about as predictable as watching The Jerrycrates like two yokels waiting on a bus to
Springer Show. You know something's going totake them to the big city? You'd have to know
happen, you're just not sure what it will be.my old man to appreciate the answer to that
one. You see, he was one of those men who
Given the unpredictability of Alabamawould rather stand outside and face a storm
weather, I sometimes wonder why televisionhead-on than get caught hiding from it in a
stations bother employing weathermen at all.bathtub. At the time, I thought it was pretty
Oh sure, they razzle-dazzle us with theircool, sitting out there with him in the rain,
color radars and storm trackers andwatching the butts of his cigarettes float
incoherent weather-speak, and when theoff the edge of the porch. It was the
weather is popping we can count on them toultimate father and son bonding ritual: two
keep us well-informed, but on an average daybrave souls valiantly facing Mother Nature
you could get just as accurate a forecast byand all that. Looking back now, I can see
calling  the  Psychic  Hotline.that we were not heroes. We were just a
couple of idiots who were too stupid to be
I've got an eighty-year-old aunt who predictsscared.
the weather with what she calls her "magic
bunion." To be honest, the magic bunion isLast week, Alabama was faced once again with
not as easy to look at as color radar (it'san onslaught of killer storms much like those
actually pretty disgusting), but it's usuallythat hit in 1974. During the storm that
right on the money when it comes topassed over my house, it rained harder than
predicting rain or drought (it throbs whenI've ever seen it rain before. Powerful gusts
it's going to rain and itches when it's not).of wind blew my plastic porch furniture down
Okay, it's not a perfect science, but thethe street and the night sky was alive with
magic bunion would never interrupt yourheavy thunder and brilliant flashes of
favorite show just to tell you it's raininglightning. My TV weather buddies told me that
in  Tokyo,  as  many  TV  weathermen  would.a severe thunderstorm was headed my way and
they encouraged me to seek shelter. Hmm,
Most television stations seem to think that,maybe they weren't such bad guys to have
when it comes to predicting the weather, aaround,  after  all.
magic bunion just isn't enough. They all have
a meteorologist or two on staff, though theyMy wife and daughters were snugly bedded down
rarely speak of meteors, and enough weatherin the bathtub. Heavy blankets, candles, a
gizmos and gadgets to make Mr. Wizard greenbattery-powered radio, a box of Ding-Dongs
with Doppler envy. Some stations have takenand a jug of Kool Ade were close by. My wife,
things to the next level by reporting thein her infinite wisdom, wanted to be prepared
weather from outside of all places. It makesfor a power outage or a sudden case of the
sense, I guess, since that's where themunchies.
majority of weather occurs. And it's sure to
cut down on the number of missed forecastsAnd where was I during this potentially
since all they have to do is look up. It'sdeadly storm? For the most part, I was
hard to predict sunshine when rain is fallingsitting on the toilet singing Barney songs
on  your  head.with my girls. But there was a moment when I
stepped out onto the front porch to face the
While I make light of TV weathermen and theironcoming unknown. I stared up into the black
toys, I do take the weather very seriously.sky and waited for a flash of lightning to
North Alabama is my home. It's also the placeilluminate the clouds, to reveal what was
my grampa often called, "the ass end ofhiding up there. After a minute, I decided
tornado alley." In modern weather-speak, thatthere was nothing to see. I turned to go
means that North Alabama is historicallyinside, but not before stealing one last look
prone to weather patterns that could (andat  the  storm.
often do) spawn dangerous storms and
tornadoes. Most North Alabamians have eitherI  briefly  thought  of  my  old  man.
lived through such a storm themselves or know
someone  who  has.I wondered if he was doing the same.



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