Ozarks: Arrived
After a long but thankfully uneventful flight (aside from the occasional turbulence that alarmed my wife but allowed me to play courageous husband), we've arrived in the states and have even reached my hometown of Salem, Arkansas.
People around here have experienced a more eventful week than I and my family, for some towns in this area have suffered extensive tornado damage.
The internet connection is rather buggy on this computer, so I guess that I won't be blogging much from Salem unless I can find another place to blog from.
I won't be responding much to comments, I suspect, so please don't take offense.
Labels: Arkansas, Ozark Mountains, Tornadoes
posted by Horace Jeffery Hodges @ 12:30 AM
11 comments
11 Comments:
I'm sorry to hear that areas around your hometown were damaged in that recent storm. An F-2 swept through my hometown last fall, killing three and taking out a lot of homes and trees.
Thank you sonagi,
As of noon today neither Daddio nor I have heard from Scholar but I'm certain he and the family are well. It was shorts and t-shirts (for the relatively hardy today).
The National Weather Service has given preliminary estimates as F-4 and F-5. This is a very rural population but some 28,000 remain without power.
If he makes it down here, I have broadband. Where he is, only dial-up is available.
JK
Kapok here,
I've just gotten off the phone with Scholar's brother, the good Reverend John. I might expect a phone call within some minutes from Jeff.
If I do. I shall offer him free rein on my broadband. It is now 9:50 pm CST (US). I shall condition any use of my connection to any that might coincide with his friend malcolm. The two of them seem to keep somewhat the same hours. However on either side of the planet I've noticed.
Having the two share the same continent may pose ethereal problems. Perhaps his friend is visiting Iceland. That would simplify matters. It might be better were he to be receiving the muds at Sverdlosk.
I smoke tobacco however and Jeff may decline my generous offer. He may decline for yet another reason. There is a fan in this room. And my floors have been unswept since February.
JK
Everyones' friend is fine. He finds himself happy to be returned to the Ozarks. He seems so very content.
He is dismayed by the recent catastrophes that so changed the lives and places he knew as a kid; that he points out to his own. A changed and somewhat remained child/man finds himself returned.
He for now knows himself "Home" and not the Gypsy.
I heard children happy in the background during our short phone converse. Converse being a "sneaker" from childhood days. If one had the "Hi-top" lace up, you were cool. Kapok could hear the Hi-top over the cell towers. Once it was phone lines. No longer might Jeff and I speak over wire. But he remains either curious or profoundly dumbfounded that he and I were able to continue to confuse either one or the other. If it was both, his onlookers and friends might want to comment once he returns to his usual haunts.
I am not usually up to such a prospect but I find myself prodded from one quarter onto a trek - and I just might go. I want to speak with my friend from somewhere long ago. Looks like it may be into the waterfalls. "Come Sunday."
I promise to watch over him, if I can keep up.
I suspect it was me. In my most recent year, I have yet to see him blog confused. And oh by the way, Ive bought him something special. Imported beer, I know he talks mostly about that guy in Korea that says California wine is suspect, but sometimes he does beer too. Or writes about it anyway. But this beer is special imported.
It crossed the Tennessee line into Arkansas.
JK
Thanks, Sonagi and Kapok, for the comments. This thing is still buggy, so my response must remain concise . . . or at least short.
I'll try to leave a lapidary blog entry.
Jeffery Hodges
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Jeffery, I'm glad you've made it safe and sound, and that you appear to have been spared the brunt of nature's fury.
Kapok, the muds of Sverdlosk sound delightful, but no such luck. Barring a possible hop to California sometime in the next month or so, I'll be confined to my customary NY-MA orbit.
Thanks, Malcolm. Salem was spared, but not a line from Atkins, Arkansas to a spot somewhere over 100 miles northeast of there, for the F4 tornado tore a path that whole distance.
Jeffery Hodges
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But this beer is special imported.
It crossed the Tennessee line into Arkansas.
Heh heh. What brand is it? Not that I have probably heard of it before, for I am not a beer drinker.
I don't know about Kapok's imported beer, but we 'assisted' in importing some beer from across the Missouri line...
Jeffery Hodges
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Did you get a Lotto ticket,as well?
I've been to Lanton. It used to be a necessity before Baxter went wet
I missed out on the Lotto ticket...
Jeffery Hodges
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