I drove up to Medina yesterday, a bedroom community of Cleveland, for the wonderful Writers Live luncheon sponsored by the Friends of Medina Library and Medina Library. Michael Koryta and I were the guest authors—and we had a sold-out crowd of 220 people. Good food, great people, much fun.
The trip takes about 3 ½ hours, one way. The weather was bad—sprinkles to downpours in the blink of an eye. Isn’t it just exhausting to drive distances in the rain? Or is that just me?
It was still raining on the way home. I hit some traffic outside Columbus, but not too terrible. As I drove through Wilmington, the sky darkened, the clouds thickened, and tendrils of clouds spiraled downward – but didn’t reach the ground.
Certainly not tornado clouds. Right?
I checked the outside temp. 62°. Too cold, right?
There were no major storms—just some intermittent lightning. I was extremely glad to get through the area and get off the highway 20 minutes later. As I flipped radio channels, I heard the emergency broadcast tones. Sure enough a tornado had been sighted along the highway back where those clouds had been.
This is when I play the What If game. What if I’d left the luncheon later than I did? What if I was stuck in that traffic a little longer? What if I’d seen the tornado, what would I have done? Other than freaked totally out?
I don’t know. And I’m glad I didn’t have to find out.
But I’m sure I’ll be having tornado nightmares…