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Water, Water, Everywhere.

Thankfully, the water is outside the buildings, for the most part.

Not exactly the way I wanted to spend Memorial Day weekend. A lot of us making the best of it or changing our plans. But at least it’s mostly disappointment in the air along with the rain.

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Still, the storms brought tragedy as high waters claimed the life of a Claremore firefighter.

It was Memorial Day weekend thirty-one years ago that the storm was such an event that it was described as a Hundred-Year Flood and water rose to startling levels. Those of you who recall that weekend remember the months of recovery. Ruined household items like mattresses, carpeting, and sheetrock lining the curbs for pickup.

Particularly shocking to me was a reminder that remained for months on the Broken Arrow Expressway near the downtown exit. Along the route I drove every morning while heading to work was a line sprayed on a cement bridge pillar. Painted underneath it were words to the effect of “high water mark.” That line was so high up that it had to have been painted from an aerial ladder or cherry picker crane.

The Tulsa World headline in the image attests to the extent of that tragic event, and prompted major flood-management projects that certainly aided in slowing the floodwaters Saturday night. Some of you may be young enough to have grown up with the many bowl-shaped soccer fields located throughout the Tulsa area. Those grassy areas are the result of that 1984 flood and were designed to trap and manage flood runoff.

In the aftermath, there was so much information that needed to be passed along that our newscasts on K95FM seemed to be nothing more that clean-up tips and safety precautions. For weeks on end. But from that tragic event came storm management routines that came into play Saturday night.

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More storms are forecast for the remainder of the weekend, but if the meteorologists hit their mark, they won’t be quite as powerful in the Tulsa area. Still a disappointing forecast for a lot of folks with holiday plans, but calling off a cookout is a lot easier to deal with than facing the effects of three feet of water in your living room.

Memories of that weekend so many years ago made me worried about the bookshop, where we haven’t experienced that amount of water since the Main Street renovation project. Before the street construction, I remember watching during a storm as a river of water raced down the street and lapped over the curb. Back then, there weren’t storm drains along Main. Thankfully, that has been corrected.

With all the reports of waterlogged streets Saturday night, I opted to wait until morning to inspect and thankfully all is well here, high and dry inside. Outside, later in the afternoon, there was a surprise of a different sort. I was taking out some trash and spotted some scurrying specks on the car.

All over it.

By the time I got the camera out they were mostly gone, and when there were only a dozen or so, they were harder to spot. Speedy too. Hard to photograph.

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But I managed to get a couple of shots of the flood of newly hatched praying mantis babies, which are only slightly larger than the raindrops dotting the car hood. One of those Discovery Channel moments that allowed me to see something for the first time ever.

Hopefully for the last time, too. Kinda creepy.

We’ll be having a rare two-day weekend and will be closed Monday for Memorial Day. Hope yours is safe even if it probably won’t be dry.

On Tuesday? Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

And the Thunder rolled…

They said, “Take cover.” I thought it over.

Storms as predicted Saturday night, and I realized as I looked out at the flashes of lightning that there are different stages of reaction to imminent danger.

When I was chasing the weather for Channel Seven it was at that stage of my young life in which I somehow thought myself indestructible. It never entered my mind that the storm was a thing of reckoning, something that could have picked up my puny newscar and tossed it in a ditch. (A TV-logo-on-the-doors Ford Pinto, for those of you who might remember that clunker classic…)

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It wasn’t even an adrenaline thing. Never been one for bungee-jumping, cliff-diving, or parachuting. (Leaping from a perfectly good airplane, as my good friend Michael used to describe it.) Driving toward a tornado was just what the job called for back then.

Then, I hung up the camera and the microphones and found myself on the other side of the media – with children. Whoa. The sirens took on a completely different message. Closets became shelters to herd and hide the kids. Late night, or not – you just don’t take chances with the lives of others who depend on you.

The thunder boomed last night and I clicked the remote. Patches of radar red immediately filled the screen, and I considered the excited voices of the TV team and their spotters. (Some might have described the voices as panicked, I don’t know. They seemed pretty worked up.) Broken Arrow was mentioned so I got out of bed.

Trees in the backyard were almost motionless. I could see flashes to the south. The city is much larger than it used to be, and a tornado strike could be miles away and still be local.

What are the odds, I wondered – then crawled back under the covers. I enjoy sleeping in a thunderstorm. Go figure.

Those dire warnings certainly weren’t wasted in the case of the several homes hit in the southeast part of town. But I realized at the time that things have changed greatly from my indestructible days. (Daze.) Now, I can assess the situation and make a decision while knowing there may be consequences. Not crazy stuff. If those trees had been flapping I would have leaped in the bathtub.

Damage was mostly to my pride when I emerged this morning. I hadn’t rolled up the passenger window all the way. Thunderstorms seem to know things like that. The picture shows the FEMA-approved method of flood recovery. Open it up, and air it out.

We’ll be whipping up a storm at the shop tomorrow, so – Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers and Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow, OK!

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Amongst the mess, there is beauty to behold! A fantastic day in the Rose District, with only a few rain sprinkles conjured up by my thoughts of car-washing. The few rain drops were gone before any of the sidewalk diners could think about changing tables.

Fences are still a topic of discussion on this block; a couple wandered across the street from Main Street Tavern while I was loading the back of the car to run an errand Saturday evening. They stared up for such a time that I finally had to ask what had caught their attention.

“We saw the fence around the roof,” he answered. “We wondered if there were restaurant tables up there.”

I pointed out that the iron railing kept my sheep from running away.

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Kidding.

The roof-dining-question has been posed before, but the decorative wrought iron is more of a protective element to guard against wannabe Spidermen. (And women, I suppose.) Even with the railing, I’ve had to dash out the back door after hearing the tromping of feet above the ceiling.

The roof simply isn’t designed to host track meets or long jumping events, and the last thing I want is a leak that would drip down on the bookshelves.

Across Main Street is a chain link fence that I thought might be designed to keep the construction workers from running away, but that hasn’t worked perfectly either. I’m sure they have their reasons, but there have been a number of beautiful afternoons this past week in which the First National Bank job site was idle.

There have been inquiries about that enclosure as well. A fellow was looking out the front glass as he was chatting with me, and asked, “What’s going in across the street?”

A sheep pasture, I pointed out, since mine were too cooped up grazing on the roof.

Kidding, again. (I’m required to give the ‘kidding’ notice… Just kidding.)

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He had not noticed the banner hanging on the fence with the artist’s depiction of the new façade and glass tower that will liven up the east side of Main when completed, and he simply presumed it was being turned into a shopping mall or something.

It has turned into a bigger project than I realized, and you can see in the image that I snapped a few minutes ago that the entire north wall is being replaced with steel girders and beams. I think they’re putting a restaurant up on the roof.

Nah.

Although bank staff members who are temporarily moved into offices upstairs may have enjoyed that. I’ve been told that the renovation revealed some spots that needed attention, and they have received plenty of that during the past week.

In the meantime, I’ve taken advantage of the sunny day to take a picture of its progress and to spray the construction dust from the car. The old Firebird fares well under the Thirty Foot Rule.

If you stand that far away, it’s hard to notice the horrible paint job.

We’re serving tomorrow, so make a plan to…

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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