When my dad retired from his 24 years of service in the Air Force, we returned to my mother's native south - first to her hometown of Eufaula, AL, and later to Pensacola, FL, where I spent most of my formative years.
This morning, on my way into work, I chatted with Mom as I usually do whilst commuting from uptown to St. Rose. She was telling me that Pensacola was experiencing a veritable deluge of rain and hail. Shortly after I got to work, several tornadoes touched down in various parts of Pensacola. There was a great deal of damage to my adopted hometown. There are gas leaks, and tremendous power outages. Lines are down, transformers are out, dozens of cars are overturned, stores are reporting roof collapse, and houses near Cervantes have crumbled. Schools and highways are flooded - and it still hasn't stopped raining. This reminds me, actually, of the first six months after Hurricane Ivan mowed through Pensacola - storm after storm took a collective toll on the already beleaguered city. Mother Nature has an ironic way of kicking a place when it's already down.
Someone posted this video on YouTube and the Pensacola News Journal website - it's amazing and incredibly eerie.
P.S. Mom is okay.
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thank god your mom is ok!
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