and there's nothing that quite matches the thrill of staying in the basement for a couple of hours listening to the weather radio.
In May of 2003 I attended a fundraiser for Howard Dean in Kansas City. That day there were a number of tornadoes in that part of the country. William Jewell College in Liberty, Missouri a town on the very eastern edge of the metro area, was badly damaged, so much that they simply ended the semester there and then. My husband, who worked in Lawrence, Kansas, about thirty miles west, couldn't make it to the event because of the tornado danger out there.
At one point I was on a balcony with Governor Dean, gleefully telling him that of all the places I'd ever lived, the most violent weather I'd experienced was there in Kansas. I was having fun, watching him trying to put up a good front, but he was clearly uneasy about the violent weather potential.
Fortunately, no tornadoes were anywhere near us that day.
What if math teachers are really pirates and want us to find X so they can get the buried treasure