Friday night, I was out with some friends out at a bar on Lake Street in Minneapolis. I’d heard there was a thunderstorm warning – but I didn’t expect the deluge we got. I think the wind got up to 60-70 miles an hour on Lake. The power went out, and stayed out. As I walked back to my car (unscathed, thank goodness, unlike a few cars up and down the street), I thought “this is gonna be a doozy”.
I started trying to find my way back to Saint Paul; I drove around South Minneapolis, checking out the extent of the damage and the power outage; the damage lessened the further east you went, but many roads were blocked; there were pockets of power up into the thirties, but for the most part Minneapolis was blacked out down to 46th, sometimes 50th and further.
Along about 10 o’clock, I wondered “what’s Saint Paul like?” And for that matter the rest of the metro?
So I flipped to WCCO, expecting to hear their usual severe-storm-and-aftermath patter; Mike Lynch and a crew of newspeople talking about the storm, and taking calls from people around the metro with their observations.
LYNCH: “Tom in Prior Lake, go ahead”.
TOM IN PRIOR LAKE: “Ya, da wind come up and a maple tree about yea big fell down on da shed”
LYNCH: “How big?”
TOM IN PRIOR LAKE: “Yea big”
This is how WCCO has been doing weather since the earth’s crust cooled.
So I flipped the radio to 830 – no, it’s not a preset on my car.
And what did we get?
“Best of Mischke”.
Weather on the 20s. I think.
And now the world has changed for the worse.
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