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When did our phones start receiving the Emergency Alert Messages? Was your buzzing or screaming at you before the storms roared through? Me too. I felt really bad for my kids who were terrified when they saw a TORNADO WARNING scroll across the TV screen before we lost power at my house.
Huddled together down in the dimly lit basement, every time my phone would go off it was like telling the kids a monster lived outside and was trying to get in. Of course the real dramatics of the howling wind, driving ran, booming thunder, and flashes of lighting didn't help.
After our half-an-hour in the bunker, we emerged from the basement to see the street flooded, its water creeping up the driveway. I ran to the garage, grabbed my rake, threw open the door, and walked to the storm drain to clear the debris. Like a giant bathtub, the drains emptied the water from the road, leaving behind river like watermarks on the yard. I couldn't help but laugh when my wife joined the neighbors in taking pictures of the water level, which according to one neighbor had never been the that high in the twenty plus years he's lived on the street.
By 8PM, the storm had cleared, and I sat on my porch listening to the sound of the emergency sirens going off all over town. Now here's what I don't understand… the need for people to come out of their house and drive around town to survey the damage. I get that you're bored, the power is out - there's no TV. But that is not the time to play "looky-loo." You're actually IN THE WAY of the real storm heroes trying to do work.
After the storm, here's what I have learned: