February 28th 2011    Tim Candler

    A cold front over warm air brings tornado warnings and good television.  The Artist was awake by three this morning and now has returned to her blankets.  I missed most of it, because I am more like a root vegetable than she is.

    I should have known an excitement stirred because around six o'clock I smelled chicken soup.  Thought it a dream until I heard thunder and reckoned upon a busyness downstairs.  

     Super Doppler Radar it's called.  Down to street level it can reach and those poor devils between Ella and Neatsville running for their shelters.  Along River Road across the woodlands toward Teddy and Bethelridge.

      Damn if there aren't pretty names in Kentucky, even when the weather is dangerous.

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