When you wake up to the sound of fire truck sirens howling in front of your house the day after multiple tornado warnings, the first thing you think of is not “parade.”
Yes. I admit it. I completely forgot about the parade that I wrote about in the paper just a few days prior to the event.
The sad thing is, I didn’t even get up and try to go into a sheltered spot. I just rolled over and put a pillow over my head, figuring that if something really were going on, work would call me in to help cover the story.
If there’s ever a real tornado, I will probably die.
In this case the sirens didn’t stop, because it was a parade, and eventually I wandered out into my living room to see what the heck was going on. Oh yeah! Parade!
I watched it for a while from my enclosed porch, in my pajamas.