Years ago - about 53, to be fairly exact - I was in a car travelling from Michigan to Oregon. The driver, my sister in law, had her two children in the car and I was along to help take care of them.

We stopped in a drive-in movie in Fremont, Nevada, so SIL could have a nap and I would have something to do in the interim.

Well, it got really stormy- the winds gusted and rocked the car, lightning flashed about so horrendously that I was afraid to put the receiver out the window onto its post.

One by one ALL the cars started their motors and left the lot. And we were the only ones left.

Eventually SIL woke up and we continued on our way. On the radio it said that two tornadoes had touched down in Omaha 30 miles away. Tornadoes hadn't even occurred to me.