The Air Raid sirens are going off outside - an indication that this must be the first Tuesday of the month. It's a weird sense of nostalgia that comes over me. It takes me back to a time of being in grade school, at St. Ferdinand. Every time we heard that siren, we stopped what we were doing and said a prayer. I think back then it was every Tuesday of the month, not just the first. I remember seeing the yellow and black signs designating the basement as a Fallout Shelter - never really knowing what fallout truly meant. I remember seeing large drums of what I think were drinking water underneath the stairs. Now, I only hear it because I am home, and only if I was home on the first Tuesday. Now, the sirens don't harken the beginning of Doomsday, but are supposed to warn the community of severe weather. I have never heard the sirens other than First Tuesday, and we've been here 18 years this month. 18 years this month?!?!??!? Wow. This is the longest Carol or I have lived in one place for all of our lives so far. This is our home. Now, I've got to find a job so we can keep it...
2006- Not moving it
2005- White Sox 4 - Mariners 2
- Go Karts and the lakefront
2004- Dear Loyal Reader
2003- The Governator? Is he a Running Man because of a Total Recall?
- Big Brother 4 - Episode 14
- This has to end sometime, right?
- Targeted?