>The Tornado
Yesterday evening, on a dinner break from mixing the new Methadones album, I went to a small dinner party at the home of Kate Agena, a friend of mine who is working on a PhD in Rhetoric and Composition at Purdue University. Within a matter of a few minutes, the severe storm that had been raging outside most of the afternoon took a turn for the worse when storm sirens became audible over the music on the stereo. Her apartment is in a former armory building that has been converted for residential occupancy, and still features many of the large windows of the original structure. This gave all of us an excellent view of the tempest brewing outside, which very much resembled news footage of hurricanes in tropical places. The wind was violent, and the branches of nearby trees were whipping back and forth so fast that their leaves were flying away like bats from a cave. We turned on the television, and the local station was reporting that funnel clouds had been seen in Tippecanoe County, and that a Tornado Warning had been issued. During the broadcast, they announced that there had been some as-yet-unconfirmed reports that a tornado had already touched down in the Lafayette vicinity. Widespread power outages were being reported statewide. We cracked open the windows, so as to prevent breakage under the pressure of tornadic winds, which can reach speeds of up to 300 miles per hour. Then, we took advantage of the fact that the building was a former armory, and finished dinner in the exercise room, which is located in what once served as the bomb shelter of the former armory. When the radio reported that the tornados had traveled eastward, and had reached Peru, Indiana, we returned to Kate's apartment to watch the television reports on the aftermath of the storm. Several Lafayette-homes were severely damaged, and at least one was completely gone from its original location. Electrical power to much of the city was interrupted, including Sonic Iguana Studios, as it turned out. When I eventually returned home, both Desmond and Daysi greeted me in a manner even more manic than their usual canine greetings, having been obviously frightened by the severe storm.
Of course, it could have been much worse... When Jessie Snaza called on her cell phone from Key West, Florida, she let me know that both she and Maricela Alvarado had overestimated the time they could safely sunbathe, and had gotten a bit sunburnt.