What was that sound? A hand-cranked railroad cart that needed oiling? An old firetruck with a broken siren? A group of boy scouts with a dying hippopotamus?
No, no, not a hippopotamus. Too artifactual sounding. Too human-made sounding. More like the siren, like an old fashioned air raid siren. And as I listened, not only did it get louder, but I had the distinct impression that it was getting closer.
More like this
A random selection of what I've been listening to lately;
Thrice - "Stare at the Sun"
F5: Devastation, Survival, and the Most Violent Tornado Outbreak of the 20th Century, by Mark Levine
More thrilling late summer reading awaits those who pick up a copy of this story of twin twisters, separated by only thirty minutes and following nearly the same path, that ripped through Limestone County, Alabama on the date of tornadic infamy in America - Ap