"I am not a good American...I prefer to form my own opinions" - George Carlin
We were rousted from deep slumber around Midnight last to the sounds of Spring and Summer here on the plain Plains...sirens.
Spending a little over an hour in our basement, we were fortunate not to lose electricity...and other essentials, such as possessions...and our lives, I should add.
It was ahowlin' outside, as the worst of the storm passed directly through our part of town, traveling about 55 mph (well under the speed limit)...headed East on Interstate 80. Never heard any freight train sounds, though.
Tornadoes are difficult to spot at night I'm told, which makes it a more fearsome event in my opinion...not that they aren't scary at any time of the day, mind you.
Eastern Nebraska is several hundred miles north of Oklahoma City, so the storms were quite wide spread over the Plains. And then this morning I read that a small town north of Oklahoma City never got a warning last night, as lighting knocked out their siren system.
Four people died in that small town where the sirens did not sound, so many miles from here.
Believe me...I do not complain when the sirens go off and interrupt my sleep in the middle of the night.