The Buck Stops Here
Notes on a snowy week:
Before I complain about the recent spate of weather, let me say that I’ve seen three large flights of ducks heading south in the last week.
This wonderful sign contrasted against the hard-driven snow gave me hope and reminded me that spring will come some day, I promise.
Until then, Clarksville is enjoying a bounty of eagles, who are still hanging around the ice.
However, we know there is life after sub-zero wind chills and temperatures are predicted at a rather balmy 33 degrees for Wednesday, Feb. 12 and a comfy 41 degrees the next day in Louisiana.
Did you hear a sudden bump at your home followed by a flash of light on Super Bowl Sunday?
No, it wasn’t aliens.
Apparently a lot of northeastern Missourians felt the commotion and saw the flash.
At my house, it sounded like someone hit the side of it with a two-by-four.
Media reports from the Hannibal Courier-Post and St. Louis Post-Dispatch explain that it was a “frost quake,” one more reason to love the recent frigidness.
The phenomenon occurs when ground moisture expands, creating bizarre sounds, according to Robert Herrmann of the St. Louis University Earthquake Center in his interview with the Associated Press.
They are not as deep as regular quakes but have the same result because it moves base rock and produces sound and motion.
The lights are thought to be “electrical changes that occur when the freezing compresses rock,” according to the AP story.
In the three-plus years I’ve lived here, we’ve experienced drought, floods, tornadoes, debilitating ice and snow storms.
Who knew it would all culminate in a “frost quake” on Super Bowl Sunday.
Then again, at least it was something to get excited about, the game was probably the worst Super Bowl I’ve seen and I’ve seen every single one.
Fortunately snow brings out the good in people too.
I seen people all over helping each other clear snow and getting vehicles going.
Outside of Louisiana where I live, neighbor Ted Waddell has bladed the snow off of my eighth of a mile driveway twice now and saved my bacon.
He uses a vintage tractor with chains on the wheels. It’s like a slice of Americana when he comes chugging up the driveway and saves me hours of back-breaking work.
It’s a reminder of the kindness of Pike County people when someone needs a hand.
Thank you Ted and I hope you’re right about not having to plow any more snow this year.