Nine years ago this morning I was out dodging fallen trees and power lines, making photographs following what we had come to know as “the derecho.” The destruction was spread over hundreds of miles. Power was instantly out pretty much everywhere hereabouts. At my house, it would not come back for 10 days. Others did without electricity for longer, smack dab in the middle of summer’s heat. Still others were more fortunate and got their juice restored in a day or two.
The photograph accompanying this column was made for the “Weather Nation” channel, famous then as now for covering weather and not politics. It is by sheer dumb luck that I can show it to you, which brings up the real subject of my little screed today.