I was driving around North Sprigg this afternoon looking for the old Shivelbine house before SEMO preserves it in a landfill. The address I had been given was wrong, so I was turning around in a driveway when I saw these young folks cavorting on a rooftop. I gave them a friendly wave so they’d think I was a little less creepy. I’m not sure it worked.
Shades of the old days
That reminded me of this single frame I must have taken when I was visiting my future best man, Andy McLain, at his apartment off William somewhere near Pacific. The place was pretty rundown, but I think I see why he stayed there.
Better get an umbrella
The weather report said we were going to have a front blow through that was going to bring a couple days of rain, so I went looking for a large umbrella to replace the one I forgot to put in my new van. Just after I got in the house, the weather alert went off with a severe thunderstorm warning. I wasn’t overly concerned because it sounded like the cell was north and east of us.
Not too long after that, though, the alert sounded about a strong storm near Mable Hill headed our way. This one had high winds, a possible tornado and large hail. When the first few small hailstones started falling, I debated jumping in the van and heading to the funeral home overhang, but all of a sudden the sky opened up. It was too late.
Marble size and bigger
I’ve been in hailstorms where the stones were bigger, but I’ve never experienced having so much ice fall at one time and propelled so hard. The way the stones were pounding against the kitchen window, I was afraid the glass was going to break.
Here’s just a little of the ice on my windshield about 15 minutes after the main storm quit, and after the rain had melted them smaller than their original pea and marble size.
Yard and street covered
In a matter of a minute or two, the street and yard were a solid white.
Hail makes me uncomfortable
I love storm chasing, but hail makes me uncomfortable. When you get large hail, that means there are some serious winds in that storm bouncing the ice around.
These photos don’t do the hail justice: while it was falling, there was too much water on the storm door to shoot through it, and I couldn’t open the door because I was afraid the wind might blow it from my grasp. By the time I could shoot these, quite a bit of rain had fallen and melted the ice.
Rabbit and solar lights OK
So far as I can tell, Mother’s solar lights and rabbit came through unscathed. I hope I don’t see any dimples on my car in the morning. Click on the photos to make them larger.
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For once I agree and can confirm Dr Stienhoff’s descriptions of the hail storm and high winds that blew through the river city yesterday evening. KFVS STORM TEAM TV texted me every five minutes to confirm what we were witnessing was not an illusion nor isolated to the city. Straight line winds were clocked at 50-70 mph just to the west near Marble Hill and Gordonville. The hail hitting the metal roof on our deck at times sounded like a great bass drum shaking the whole house. The cat and the dog joined me in the safety of the lazyboy to watch out the windows and listen to the storm.
I attended my fourth funeral service of March earlier this day to see off Kenny Kirk ’69 CHS. A lifelong friend and schoolmate of brother Lance and frequent overnight guest at the Brune household growing up. Somehow the contrast of the ragging storm outside and the comfort and warmth of cat Taylor Swift and dog Olivia was a fitting end to another day of farewells and fond memories.
You mentioned your ‘old friend’ Andy McLain. My wife – Cecilia Sanchez and myself -Wally Sinnwell were also friends of Andy. Andy and I ‘roomed’ together in the middle 60’s and spent many hours together at the Newman Center. After I graduated in ’67 and during my tour in Viet Nam, Andy was kind enough to keep in touch with my wife in my absence and during her pregnancy. We had contact with Andy in the 80’s when we lived in St. Louis and were saddened by his death last year – 2014. I can still remember all the ‘pranks I pulled on Andy during college – to include the ‘old mattress on the roof’ and the barn owl – not to mention the ‘skunk’ in the crawl space below the bathroom on North Street. Wally Sinnwell
Wally, you’ll be amused at the account of the last time I talked with Andy. I’m kicking myself for not looking him up the last time I was in St. Louis.
You and I are in Cape at the same time although I missed the dubious honor of survivivg Cape’s first hailstorm of 2015. We were driving through West Virginia and Kentucky yesterday when you had the storm.
I am from CHS Class of 1959, but would enjoy meeting you and hosting you at lunch or dinner.
I enjoy your blog.
I will be in Cape for next 2 weeks. Phone me at 717-497-7597 to arrange lunch or dinner.