Tornado sirens all goin off now…. rain blowing horizontally about 60 — 70 mph… just whipping down the street in great waves… thunder cracking over head, trees all bent over… lightning flashing…
I’m sitting just inside the open front porch door in this old two story house turned daycare turned GPRC headquarters… and it just occurred to me that if the tornado comes this way, I really have no where to go. There are no ditches out front.
Maybe I will crawl in with the water heater at the center of the building?
Ok… the closest siren just came on, its wailing sound waves seeming to roll toward me over the city like… well waves, because of the gusting, driving wind and rain…
Maybe I should close this laptop… I’m imagining when this city used to just be wide open tallgrass prairie…
Can’t beat spring in Texas!
It’s occurred to me that out here in Flyover Country, even in 2007, we’re still mythologized by our weather and landscape. One example: tornadoes both thrill and terrify folk– at the same time.
GHETTO PLAINSMAN is a "tough, beautifully written and deeply spiritual story of redemption and healing through America's underbelly and soul, from a rural childhood to the inner city streets to the even more violent outback of the American West. With comparisons to such classics as DOWN THESE MEAN STREETS and MANCHILD IN THE PROMISED LAND, GHETTO PLAINSMAN is not only a new literary classic, but has survival implications for everyone and our endangered Earth." 
March 12, 2007
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