Staring Into the Eye of a Tornado
And why I almost never listen to the radio
I have never actually experienced a tornado but I have come close. Before I moved here to the Great Plains of Turtle Island I lived high up in the Rocky Mountains where tornados are almost as rare as ocean tsunamis. For 18 years I never gave tornados a second thought. But that changed when I moved to Tornado Country.
But I did have some experience. Hidden deep in the recesses of my noggin’s memory banks there was an experience from a few hundred years ago when I was in college. I attended a university in Lubbock, Freaking, Texas; a cow town located in what is known as Tornado Alley.
My parents refused to put up so much as a dime for my college education — they thought I was too dumb — so I had to pay for it myself. And that is why I never finished and got a degree; because the money ran out. So, anyway, I could not attend college without also having a part-time job.
So I got a part-time job at the Burger King restaurant located directly across the street from the Texas Tech football stadium. It was a very, very busy Burger King — especially after a football game. I learned how to make a Whopper in under 4 seconds and I made enough money to live on and party and drink and chase girls.
