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Boy can I talk about the fucked up tornados not only last night but May 3, 1999. The May 3, 1999 didn't affect anyone personally that I know but my father died the next morning of a major heartattack following a simple surgery. He was buried on my birthday May 8, 1999. Then last night the initial touchdown of the tornado (on my birthday again) dropped down exactly two houses down from my mom at 134th and South Western in Oklahoma City. Her house received minor damage but the house two houses down was toast. The damn news channels told us to go to the local high school in that area to find relatives etc. and after two hours on the road (normally a 17 minute trip) we couldn't get anywhere remotely close to it. We finally decided to park the car as close as we could get (almost a mile) and walk in. I just needed to see if her house was there or gone so I could at least get an idea what was going on. We finally got to her house and thank god they were ok. Sitting on their back patio listening to all the chaos around them drinking several scotches. I'm going to quit having fucking birthdays. Nap and Zebra glad you fellow okies are all good though.
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