"Batten down the hatches, secure the jibs, throw things over the stern, shiver me timbers and now I've run out of nautical terms. But you get my drift. It's weathergasm time. I'm not saying we're going to die here, but I'm not saying we're not either. "
Do I sound like any weather people you might know?
Hey, we're one for one so far this season on the big winter blows and looking over the forecast for the weekend, we may be in for another interesting ride. In truth, I hope the forecasters are in error because unlike snow which is pretty and causes a few headaches, ice is a bad thing. Ice knocks down tree limbs which knock down power lines which knocks out electricity which makes life miserable.
During the last big ice storm which hit Memphis February 11, 1994, stately Larksmith Manor was without electricity for 6 days. It was like Hurricane Elvis but with ice and the damage was more widespread. If I remember correctly, the area around Clarksdale, MS was really hard hit with miles of utility poles and line brought down by the ice. Some say ice was six inches in diameter on some utility lines in that area. I'd hate to see any kind of a repeat of that kind of mess.
I will admit to one thing that occurred during the ice storm. I was working early morning news and I was sound asleep when I heard the house go quiet as the electricity went off. I sat up in bed to what sounded like gunfire outside the house. It was the sound of tree branches cracking and breaking. I told my wife that I might as well jump into the shower and get ready for work. Since we have a gas powered water heater, warm water wasn't a problem and my wife had lighted a candle in the bathroom so I had some illumination for shaving. It was about halfway through my shower that I realized I had no way of drying my hair. I thought about trying to get to work with "wet head" but with the temperatures below freezing, I knew it would be pretty rough. Besides, I didn't know if the station would even have power.
So, like any reporter who has learned to improvise, adapt and overcome, I got the hand-bellows from the fireplace. I had my wife pump the bellows while aiming it at my head (please no coarse comments, this is my wife) and I dried my hair. Hey, it worked. I walked into the station with my usual coif! My wife is such a sweetheart.
But getting back to the weathergasm. This is one time I really hope the forecasters are wrong.
I promise I won't give you too much grief if you are.