Sometimes Life Just Ain't Funny

There's an old southern saying that goes, "Don't likecausing much damage and loss of life. I remember
the weather? Just hang around a few minutes. It'llsitting on the back porch of my Limestone County
change."Anyone who's spent much time in Alabamahome with my old man, watching a spindly tornado
can relate to that one. It's not uncommon to wakepass by just a few miles to the north. What were
up to a blue sky filled with brilliant sunshine and whitewe doing outside in such a storm, propped up on milk
puffy clouds, then go to bed that evening with thecrates like two yokels waiting on a bus to take them
wind and rain beating against your window. Alabamato the big city? You'd have to know my old man to
weather is about as predictable as watching Theappreciate the answer to that one. You see, he was
Jerry Springer Show. You know something's going toone of those men who would rather stand outside
happen, you're just not sure what it will be.Given theand face a storm head-on than get caught hiding
unpredictability of Alabama weather, I sometimesfrom it in a bathtub. At the time, I thought it was
wonder why television stations bother employingpretty cool, sitting out there with him in the rain,
weathermen at all. Oh sure, they razzle-dazzle uswatching the butts of his cigarettes float off the
with their color radars and storm trackers andedge of the porch. It was the ultimate father and
incoherent weather-speak, and when the weather isson bonding ritual: two brave souls valiantly facing
popping we can count on them to keep usMother Nature and all that. Looking back now, I can
well-informed, but on an average day you could getsee that we were not heroes. We were just a
just as accurate a forecast by calling the Psychiccouple of idiots who were too stupid to be
Hotline.I've got an eighty-year-old aunt who predictsscared.Last week, Alabama was faced once again
the weather with what she calls her "magic bunion."with an onslaught of killer storms much like those
To be honest, the magic bunion is not as easy tothat hit in 1974. During the storm that passed over
look at as color radar (it's actually pretty disgusting),my house, it rained harder than I've ever seen it rain
but it's usually right on the money when it comes tobefore. Powerful gusts of wind blew my plastic porch
predicting rain or drought (it throbs when it's going tofurniture down the street and the night sky was alive
rain and itches when it's not). Okay, it's not a perfectwith heavy thunder and brilliant flashes of lightning. My
science, but the magic bunion would never interruptTV weather buddies told me that a severe
your favorite show just to tell you it's raining inthunderstorm was headed my way and they
Tokyo, as many TV weathermen would.Mostencouraged me to seek shelter. Hmm, maybe they
television stations seem to think that, when it comesweren't such bad guys to have around, after all.My
to predicting the weather, a magic bunion just isn'twife and daughters were snugly bedded down in the
enough. They all have a meteorologist or two onbathtub. Heavy blankets, candles, a battery-powered
staff, though they rarely speak of meteors, andradio, a box of Ding-Dongs and a jug of Kool Ade
enough weather gizmos and gadgets to make Mr.were close by. My wife, in her infinite wisdom,
Wizard green with Doppler envy. Some stations havewanted to be prepared for a power outage or a
taken things to the next level by reporting thesudden case of the munchies.And where was I during
weather from outside of all places. It makes sense, Ithis potentially deadly storm? For the most part, I
guess, since that's where the majority of weatherwas sitting on the toilet singing Barney songs with
occurs. And it's sure to cut down on the number ofmy girls. But there was a moment when I stepped
missed forecasts since all they have to do is look up.out onto the front porch to face the oncoming
It's hard to predict sunshine when rain is falling onunknown. I stared up into the black sky and waited
your head.While I make light of TV weathermen andfor a flash of lightning to illuminate the clouds, to
their toys, I do take the weather very seriously.reveal what was hiding up there. After a minute, I
North Alabama is my home. It's also the place mydecided there was nothing to see. I turned to go
grampa often called, "the ass end of tornado alley."inside, but not before stealing one last look at the
In modern weather-speak, that means that Northstorm.I briefly thought of my old man.I wondered if
Alabama is historically prone to weather patterns thathe was doing the same.From "Small Business Q&A"
could (and often do) spawn dangerous storms andWith Tim Knox
tornadoes. Most North Alabamians have either livedTim Knox is a nationally-known entrepreneur, author,
through such a storm themselves or know someonespeaker, and radio show host.
who has.Myself, included.April 7, 1974: a night whenTim has helped hundreds of entrepreneurs realize
dozens of tornadoes ripped through North Alabama,their business dreams.