Today, my parents celebrate 44 years of being married. Holy cows, are the sixties that far back in our past? I called Mom and Dad this morning to, as we desis say, “wish them.”
In typical Mom fashion, my mom told me to be very careful when traveling in Wisconsin this weekend and not to get “caught up in the water.” I’m a) going to be in northeastern Wisconsin and b) not partial to flooding of any sort after witnessing what went on here in 2005. Following that, even more typically, she expressed sorrow regarding the news that four people died last evening in a freak tornado in Little Sioux, Iowa. Flood. Tornadoes. Friend’s sister’s house almost caught on fire from extremely near and tremendous lightning activity.
Are rains like this going to become more typical in the Upper Midwest? Will this nation step up to the challenge of infrastructure repair? Should humanity abandon the flood plain? Where is safe?
Points to ponder as I head into the sky again. I’m a-comin’, Wisconsin. See y’all next week.
With sirens sounding as I type I posit nowhere is “safe”. But that’s life.
You’re only missing Obama by a couple of hours. He’s been in Kaukauna, of all places.