Williamsburg is in spring mode. Not officially, perhaps, but
I can’t call 60+ degree temperatures “winter.”
And, true to form, the season is coming in like a lion. A
storm rolled through this week bringing high winds and at least one tornado. The
tornado warning was a first for me (in previous years we’ve had tornado watches, meaning weather conditions
indicated the possibility of tornados; the warning
means someone saw an actual tornado). I was driving to school when the radio
emergency announcement came on with a list of the high danger areas. Williamsburg
wasn’t on the list, so I kept driving. I arrived to find the law school as
empty as a ghost town, except for a few of us who had just wandered in. (Most
of the law school population had congregated in the basement of the library.) I
went to my classroom (which had been abruptly abandoned by the previous
professor) and soon thereafter received the all-clear message from emergency
services.
I later heard that there was damage north and south of us
and a tornado out west, but my little corner of Virginia escaped any harm.
The other big news of the week is that I now have Virginia
license plates on my car. I’m sad to give up my Utah Arches, but I am fond of
the Don’t Tread On Me snakes.
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