Waterspout, a gentle poetic name for a TORNADO!
And I just found out!
That’s because it was only this evening that I returned home from a trip to the northeast corner of Oklahoma, for a great family visit and a sweet send-off for my Peace-Corps-bound nephew, Jared. But that’s another story well worth a read…
On the last limping leg of my journey home tonight, just after dusk, I slipped quietly back onto the island via I-45 as it mellows into Broadway, hooked a quick right onto 61st street, and headed straight for the seawall for a little heavenly salt spray and a nice Gulf breeze.
Before I got there, though, I noticed something odd. The last stoplight, just before Seawall Boulevard, was blinking. Read the rest of this entry »
