No haboobs here

Nature provided a pretty good show just a few minutes ago. It was thundering and lightning, and even for a short while, raining, all to beat the band.

Well, if the band was out marching in the thunderstorm on an open field it might have been beaten, or struck down perhaps, would be the better term. I’ve know a couple of folks who were struck by lightning. One guy I interviewed for a news story was zapped by lightning, in all places, outside a church after a Sunday service while he was holding an umbrella and helping little old ladies to their cars during quite a drenching. You see what being good will do for you?

I think even the most fervent rain hater might have liked the rain we got just now as we head toward a 30-inch rain deficit from this Texas-sized drought. And did you see videos of that “haboob,” the huge dust storm out in Arizona? It evokes the days of “this dusty old dust storm” that Woodie Guthrie sang about in “So Long It’s Been Good To Know Yuh.”

Some folks say the current drought in Texas is worse than the drought during the Dust Bowl. Bust this isn’t the Dust Bowl and the Republicans like those in the Great Depression and the Great Recession have yet to put us into a dusty Great Depression II. I stress yet.

Just enjoy those thundery rain-filled afternoons and hope more of those are a-coming.

The skies aren’t so scary when the ground is parched

Hey ya'll down there, don't make snow cones from that blue ice!

This is not the sky picture I wanted to show you. Well, I guess it is because I am showing it. I cannot remember where this was taken. Okay, jerk, yes, I know it was taken from an aircraft. Jeez. Leave me alone, will ya?

The truth is I took a couple of shots with my telephone from my office building of the scary-looking/not scary-looking skies this afternoon. Unfortunately, the shot was kind of blurred. I should have bracketed the photo. I had plenty of time. I wasn’t wasting film because I … film, you know, photographic material consisting of a base of celluloid covered with a photographic emulsion; used to make negatives or transparencies.

What sky I was photographing this afternoon was a mass of dark clouds hanging above a clearer horizon. I am not a meteorologist so I don’t know if it was a “wall cloud” of the kind you hear of or see in conjunction with a tornado or severe thunderstorm.

I don’t think our storm this afternoon was severe. The general conditions for a severe thunderstorm, according to NOAA:

“(A) thunderstorm that produces a tornado, winds of at least 58 mph (50 knots), and/or hail at least ¾” in diameter. Structural wind damage may imply the occurrence of a severe thunderstorm. A thunderstorm wind equal to or greater than 40 mph (35 knots) and/or hail of at least ½” is defined as approaching severe.”

Glad I could help. But no doubt it was a thunderstorm because I saw lightning and heard thunder and it rained like a cow pissing on a flat rock. Hell of a visual but that’s what I grew up hearing in East Texas. That and “gully washer” and “frog strangler.” It was raining very abundantly, is what I am saying. And that, my friends, is a good thing because as it is written, we are in the middle of a drought right here in River City, with a capital “d” that rhymes with “p” and that stands for “parchedness.” Which, my friends, means dry. I love “(Ya Got) Trouble” from “The Music Man,” if you hadn’t noticed.

Folks really are having trouble in river cities, such as Minot, N.D., where the Souris River is on a rampage and threatening the city. Worse yet, a rising Missouri River is causing Nuclear Regulatory Commission authorities to keep an eye on two nuclear power plants in Nebraska. Water, water everywhere … Or so it seems.

As I said, we here on the Upper Texas Coast are bone dry. The rains we had today and yesterday, particularly today, were nice. That’s why the threatening sky I wasn’t able to get a good shot of wasn’t all that threatening. Yes, it rained, and rained and rained some more. But it hardly made a noticeable dent in the rainfall deficit which now, thanks to the rain the last couple of days, is just less than 20 inches.

Such extreme lack of rainfall and our geographic proximity to the Gulf of Mexico gets a lot of people, myself included, talking foolish, saying things like: “We need a tropical storm to park off the coast for a week.” Of course, tropical storms have a nasty habit of not minding what we mortals try to tell nature. To paraphrase a great Jimmy Buffet song, there is no trying to reason with hurricane season. But the type of rain a tropical gully washer brings is about what we need.

Summertime and the living’s smoky

Tomorrow is the start of Summer. You could have fooled me. What was all this hot, dry weather we’ve been through, it seems like forever?

The National Weather Service says our official weather station, the Jack Brooks Regional Airport in Nederland, Texas, reports that average rainfall for the county is down by 20.06 inches since Jan. 1, 2011. It’s been hot, too. That isn’t so unusual for this time of year. It is windy as it sometimes can be just off the Gulf Coast. The extreme dryness from the drought has brought about wildfires in this and other parts of Texas as well as a good chunk of the Southwest. Just a spark is all the dry grasses need, plus a little of the Gulf breeze turned into a heavy gust of wind and you have yourselves a conflagration.

Authorities say a wheel bearing started what is said to be the second-largest fire in East Texas history. The Texas Forest Service said today that the now-named “Bearing” fire has burned about 14,000 acres along the Trinity and Polk county line. That is almost 90 miles northeast of Houston. Two homes were burned and dozens have been evacuated, the forest service said, adding that the fire is about 40 percent contained.

A couple of good ol’ boys doing some target practicing on propane bottles sparked a wildfire near Sam Rayburn Reservoir dam in Jasper County. That is about 120 miles northeast of Houston and about 50 miles west of Fort Polk, La., if you are Army or ex-Army. I am ex-Navy, by the way. The fellow heading emergency management in the area of that fire said about 4,000 acres and seven camp houses were destroyed. I happen to know that emergency management guy up there in Jasper, Sabine and Newton counties. He is a guy named Smith. I think they named a cough drop after he and his four brothers. Smith also said there were some worries about some electricity outages because of fires being close to power lines. I suppose that had something to do with the fire being named the “Power Line” fire.

I have seen droughts, hot weather all in a tiresome combination to start huge wildfires. They don’t just happen in remote areas where ne’er-do-wells are target practicing with possible explosives in an area that is dry as “all get out.” All get out is a technical term used in East Texas meaning “really freaking dry.” I remember back in the summer of ’98, in the last century, when some big crowning fires burned right inside the city limits of Waco. The local fire department there along with help from multi-governmental federal and state firefighters staged at the Texas State Technical College Airport got on that fire which threatened to take a good part of Cameron Park and did a great job of getting the blaze under control before it did more harm. I have said here before and I will say it again. I lived and worked in Waco for seven years. I met a lot of really nice people. Although I never really cared for the place, Waco had a few marvelous spots and Cameron Park was definitely a crown jewel.

Today, here in Southeast Texas, the weather has been more like a normal summer day you would experience. The high temp was about 90 degrees. There was about a 20 percent to 30 percent chance of rain today. Looking at the radar earlier, I would say the coverage was much greater although what we got today was literally a drop in the bucket. Starting tomorrow there is a pretty good chance of rain for a couple of days, up to 70 percent. That would be nice to get some substantial rain. But, says meteorologist Jonathan Brazzell, of the National Weather Service office in Lake Charles, La., “Rainfall amounts will in no way end the current drought. It should provide some short term relief on the order of a few days to a week.”

In the meantime, if you are interested in keeping up with what’s going on in Texas and elsewhere with the wildfires here are some good sites:

Texas Forest Service — It gives a summary of each day’s fires and numbers in Texas.

U.S. Forest Service Remote Sensing Applications Center — Dandy little site with various interactive maps showing wildfires throughout the county.

InciWeb — The Incident Information System gives a plethora of information on this searchable site that includes Google maps pinpointing the location of these fires.

These are only a few and as loaded with great info, they aren’t a substitute for someone at the scene reporting, blogging through Facebook — like my volunteer firefighter nieces do when they can —  their observations, or perhaps Tweeting. For all those brave souls on the fire lines, my best wishes that you all come home safe. I also extend those best wishes for those who live or have property threatened by fire. And a word to others, use your common sense if you have a smidgen of it somewhere. Where it is dry, all it takes is a spark to cause a disaster.

Happy Summer.

When you’re hot, you’re hot

It’s getting to look a lot like summer. I don’t know how hot it was today. I am about to the point where I just as soon not know the temperature outside. It seems the more you know how hot it is the more you sweat.

Weather seems to be just one more thing to aggravate you as you grow older.  It’s as if I didn’t have enough things to piss me off. I’m becoming (am) a grumpy old man at 55. Just think of the potential!

I know, of course, I (we) only have myself (ourselves) to blame. When you stay inside an air conditioned world all the time, you are going to miss it when you step outside awhile. I doubt that it is no hotter than it was when I moved to this town the first (of three) times. This was 32 years ago come July. It was even hotter, for that matter, being in July. Ah the life after a four-year stint in the Navy and drawing that big, old unemployment check. I can’t remember what it was but I know it couldn’t have been a whole lot since I left the Navy as an E-5 making about $550 a month.

Now I could have just said: “No sir, I’m not going to take that government money. I’m going to get me a job.” I did that about a month and a half later as a firefighter. But it was nice to have it light for a little while. I didn’t bust my ass every day in the Navy although I did live a regimented life. Plus, I had lived, eaten, slept, showered, shaved and shined my shoes almost every day on a “tin can,” a.k.a. destroyer, for that past year. So I kind of enjoyed “the life.”

My typical day would start about 9 or 10 in the morning. It’s funny, I had no trouble sleeping late after having endured “Reveille, reveille, all hands heave out and trice up” over the 1MC loudspeaker each morning, even when I was off duty. I got so I could sleep through reveille or turn to (go to work) when I wasn’t working. Heck, I could sleep through a typhoon, a somewhat worrisome quality of which I still haven’t lost the touch, seeing as how I slept through the arrival of the Category 1 hurricane Humberto.

Each day I would get out of my little garage apartment. I would follow the state unemployment rules and go job hunting. Although it was plenty job hunting, to me, to apply at just one of the local refineries each day. I didn’t see any use in wearing myself out finding a job. What if someone called me and I would be plum tuckered out from job hunting?

Later in the day I would go see friends or my girlfriend, when that still happening, then it was off to The Keg, Fat Dawg’s, Lady Long Legs or one of the local places to quench a thirst or two.

Seeing the NBA Finals make me think of that time. I can’t remember who was playing, but I know that Queen’s “We Will Rock You/We Are the Champions” had come out earlier that year or the year before. It was one of the songs in the movie “FM,” which I saw that spring at a drive-in theater when I was was still on the ship in San Diego. But I seem to remember some kind of video montage at the end of the finals, Detroit or whoever it was who won, and it was set to “We Are the Champions.” We all thought that was pretty cool. Little did we know we’d still be hearing the same songs at ball games 30 years later.

Well, as usual I took off from a rant about the weather to my life as an unemployed ward of the state after serving my country. But I have to pose the rhetorical question: Which would be better, sitting around on a hot day thinking about how hot it was way back when or sitting around on a hot day thinking about all the good times and easy life way back when, which happened no matter the weather?

To each, his or her, own.  But I think the answer is pretty easy.

 

We’re not in Kansas, Toto, although not too far from it

It seems I will get to go home a day early from the “Heartland.” I was hoping to have a down day tomorrow, but my employers can’t have me off not doing anything so they are paying more than $250 extra for me to fly home tomorrow on a different flight instead of as scheduled on Friday. Now what employers would rather piss away money for nothing just so it appears that I am not up here in Kansas City, Mo., doing nothing? Could you guess? I bet you could.

That is fine with me. Hopefully, I will be home by this time tomorrow afternoon. Although with the thunderstorms mucking up flights everywhere in the country’s midsection this week, I wouldn’t make any bets.

Speaking of T-storms, we had to shelter-in-place this morning for a tornado. I was waiting to testify and the arbitrator indicated he planned to work through lunch. The office building where the arbitration was happening had a deli on the first floor, so I went off to grab a sandwich before being called.

While downstairs in the deli I noticed the TV was showing a radar screen with a tornado that had been detected just south of downtown Kansas City. The storms were headed toward us.

Awhile later, a lady from the office where the procedures were taking place stuck her head in our conference room/waiting room and told us that we might have to take cover if a tornado warning was sounded. She told us to go to the stairways around the corner. Sure enough, a tornado warning sounded and we headed for the stairwells.

We spent about 30 minutes in the shelter as a tornado or maybe more than one darted up and down from the sky above us. Some damage was done around KC, but not in our neck of the woods. That was pretty weird. No one seemed really freaked by it, which was kind of surprising since all of the recent deadly tornadoes. One of my fellow witnesses was from up in the Northeast. I think he got a kick out of it.

Hopefully, this will be a calmer night than last night although we only had a pretty loud thunder boomer last evening. I got a pretty good video of it over downtown KC. I would embed it here but it needs some editing. I may do that tonight, once I get all packed.

Getting all packed is my cue. Time to go South, young man.