Derecho, Tornadoes & NIPSCO . . .Oh My!

Wanted to document this event for posterity’s sake. This is what I experienced, on the outside edge looking in to the areas that had it far worse.

It’s been over 3 weeks now since Northwest Indiana was hit with a major weather event. Lately the summer storms have brought strong winds, and heavy rain. But nothing prepared us for what hit on August 11th.

For me it was a typical day, my daughter was getting ready to go to work to start her shift at 10:30. By 10 am, it was dark and storming, the winds were bad, but honestly, I had seen worse. We had the weather on the TV, and prepared to go to the basement if needed. By 10:15 am, our power went out, which was a bit of a surprise. There was no thunderclap, no vibrant lightening show, just the wind whipping the rain sideways against the windows. The lights were on, and then they weren’t.

Liv’s manager called her and told her to come in later, since the whole Walmart store was being evacuated to the back and taking shelter. We could hear the storm sirens from the areas around us, eventually we heard the one from our town. But the radar tracked the storm’s path passing just south of us, so we never made it to the basement ourselves. The storm came and went, and left us in the dark.

A few hours later, the reports were coming in with devasting photos from the towns all around us. Ben and Josh had been in the city when the storm hit, and on their way home, trying to find somewhere to eat, they drove through Munster and couldn’t believe the destruction along one of the main roads. Ben pulled out his camera and took video and photos.

On Facebook, people were posting about power outages, traffic lights being out, and gas stations without power. Later in the day, were reports of people waiting in long lines 70 cars deep to get gas from the few stations that still had power.

Then came the number that measured the scale of it: 330,000 people without power. Our county alone had 95% of residents in the dark. NIPSCO, our power company, called it the largest power outage in company history, which made it difficult for them to provide solid timelines of when the power would return.

Then the cause: a derecho, with straight line wind gusts reaching 80 to 100 mph in some areas. Never heard of such a thing, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, it decided to bring along with it about 6 tornadoes.

By the late afternoon, I needed to start thinking about saving the food in our fridge and extra freezer. I sent Ben to get several bags of ice for our large cooler, thinking surely the power would be on the next day, maybe the following. Especially since only a small portion of our town was without power. We weren’t dealing with downed trees on power lines. My two sons live 2 blocks over, they had power, my sister on the other side of town, had power.

Each day, I checked the NIPSCO power outage map. Only about 800 customers were affected in our town of 4,600 people. We were able to charge our devices at my son’s apartment which saved us! Also, our streetlights stayed on as well. Which helped shine light into our home during the night, so it wasn’t completely pitch dark, which I am so grateful for, that would have freaked me out a bit.  I had battery operated lights and motion sensing lights, which usually light our cabinets and pantry. I put those in the kitchen and bathroom. By the late evening of day 2, Josh brought me a portable power station big enough to run my laptop and wifi, which I named Sparky, and it came in clutch, allowing me to keep working through it all.

Late Friday night a little after 11 pm, Josh was here talking with me and Liv in the living room, when the TV suddenly flickered on and off. Me and Liv immediately looked at each other, she jumped up and ran to turn the light on. Then proceeded to turn ALL the lights on. Hallelujah! The first thing I turned on was the AC! Four and a half days without power, I never had to deal with anything like that in my lifetime. But I’m grateful that was the extent of what we endured; God had been looking out for me and gave us a breeze those four days, so the heat never got unbearable.  So many people had to deal with so much more, including my brother and his family. He had some damage to their home along with losing power, but he had generators to help them get through.

Unfortunately, the ice in the cooler was a futile effort, we ended up throwing everything out. I only purchased a few groceries over the weekend, didn’t want to restock just yet, as the towns surrounding us still had significant outages.

Then Monday night, a transformer exploded and caught fire about five miles away in the next town. Our power was still on, so I didn’t think it would affect us. Buuuuttt I woke up Tuesday morning to no power. . . again! The fire caused enough damage that everything had to be replaced, likely due to an error on NIPSCO’s part. This time around, the number without power in our town jumped to over 2000. NIPSCO worked on it for 2 days, and our power was restored. I didn’t bother with getting ice this time around. I had restocked so little, and I learned that the ice wasn’t really buying us anything but the illusion of doing something.  My sons and my sister, once again, never lost power at all.

Things are starting to get back to normal in most areas, though some residents were without power for 12 to 14 days straight, in the dark and the heat. Within days after the storm, the area had thousands of linemen come from other states to help. Our area was declared a state of emergency which activated the National Guard and FEMA to help with restoration and recovery process. 

Every day it seems like we’re living in an alternate timeline. Add in the stress of rising costs on everything, and when nature piles a disaster on top of that, it’s easy to feel hopeless. But even through all the destruction here, and the frustration of trying to get by without power, there were constant, quiet stories of neighbors helping neighbors, strangers helping strangers, people showing up simply because it mattered. It was a relief to be reminded that the human spirit still prevails. That gives me hope.

“It’s only during a storm that a tree knows how stong it is.” – Matshona Dhilwayo

Photo Cred: @bendoesmedia

Rhythm is Gonna Get You

Reposting one of my favorite stories for the anniversary of the Cicadas! I cannot believe it has been 17 years since I experienced the last invasion of the cicadas, it’s something I’ll never forget it. This story is based on that. Needless to say the kids and I freaked out when we saw thousands of them all perched on the blades of grass in our yard. It’s like they all just appeared in full force one morning.  My oldest son filled his super-soaker water gun and open fired on them, and they did. not. move.  The noise is just as I described, and can produce a sound in excess of 100 decibels, a loud rock concert measures in at 120 decibels.  My mom did not believe me when I told her the noise was constant and how loud it was until she experienced it herself.  This went on for weeks. The noise does get to you after awhile, but it’s definitely an amazing phenomenon of nature.

I start my day early like I always do. With coffee and newspaper in hand, I step out on my deck to enjoy the early morning quietness before work. My yard is my haven, my sanctuary, the place I retreat to for peace and quiet. My job on the floor at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange is anything but peaceful. I stand up, take a deep breath of fresh air, and set my things down on the patio table. Stepping off the deck to check on my hanging planters, I near the grass. Something was odd, different. Yes, it was taller than normal, and at the top of my to do list for the weekend. But as I crouch down, I notice a large insect resting on the tip of a grass blade. As my eyes adjust, there are actually thousands of them, all balancing gracefully on the grass tips. Unlike flies, they are undaunted by my presence or sudden movement as I step back. Returning to the patio table to drink my coffee, I open the newspaper, my attention drawn to a headline that reads 17-YEAR AND 13-YEAR CICADAS EMERGE AT THE SAME TIME. Skimming over the article, I peer out at the scene before me, yep, they have arrived. I head to work without giving another thought to this unwelcome disruption of my sanctuary

Little did I know that this would be the day from hell. I lost a boatload of money for one of my biggest clients, I’m lucky I didn’t lose my job. Damn, I haven’t made a rookie mistake like that in 17 years. My boss is being generous, he requests I take a mandatory vacation. One to clear my head so I can get back in the game. I’ve seen it happen to many of my colleagues, never thought I’d be one of them. I stayed alert, stayed sharp, but this unexpected turn of the market came out of nowhere, I wasn’t the only one who lost big.

I spend the first 45 minutes of my drive home in silence to decompress. The last leg of my trip, I crank up the tunes until I pull into my driveway greeted by the sweet sounds of nature that my overpriced mortgage affords me.

I pull up and turn off the ignition. I pause, it isn’t quiet. What I hear is something I’ve never heard before. It is a loud hum, a buzzing kind of sound, yet it is very melodic, it isn’t made by one, but rather a legion. The sound reverberates from the trees, the volume ebbs and flows like the swell of waves coming on to shore. I notice my grass is no longer covered with insects. Just like the article said, they retreat into the trees and make a lot of noise, this won’t be so bad.

I walk into the house, expecting to be hit with cool air, but I’m not. I don’t hear the central air unit running and check the thermostat. It’s set on 68, but it reads almost 83 as the indoor temp. Just what I need, I’ll deal with that tomorrow, I’ll just open some windows.

All evening, and well into the night, the cadence of the cicada’s musicality serenades me. But finally, by about 11 p.m., as if some great maestro waved his wand, it stops. The silence is deafening. Good I can get some sleep. Oh, there were a few interruptions throughout the night, occasionally one rogue cicada buzzed just to be heard, like a petulant child. But for the most part quiet.

The next morning is a different story. With the rising of the sun, the cicadas awoke, somewhat discombobulated. There was no melodic tune. It was more sporadic, creating a cacophony that I thought would make my ears bleed.

I make several calls trying to get a heating and cooling guy out today, no such luck. It won’t be until the first of the week. It is what it is, I move on with my day. I go outside to cut the grass, first checking to be sure none of the insects are still there, all clear. With the lawnmower humming, I begin my trek across the yard. The cicadas must be drawn to the sound of the mower, they begin to swarm around me landing on my arms and back. They don’t bite or sting, they are just annoying, so much so I have to go back inside. As the sun begins to set, the dissonance turns into a melodic lullaby.

Several days pass, the constant sound makes me irritable and fidgety. My best friend and colleague calls and texts several times, leaving messages just to check on me. Each time the phone rings or pings with an incoming message, I feel like I could jump out of my skin. I don’t return his calls; my text replies are brief. I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone. It’s as if the cicada’s rhythm controls me. During the day, I’m agitated and unable to focus, but as the evening comes to a close, the lull calms me. A Google search of these annoying invaders gives me an article that says they are good to eat, even includes a recipe, hmm.

The following afternoon, I fire up the grill and prepare myself a nice meal. Just as I prepare to dig into my barbecue feast, my phone chirps with an incoming message.

Dude, haven’t heard from you, what’s up?

nothing

You OK?

fine

Thought I might stop by

no, don’t

Why not?

not a good idea. stay away.

The next thing I know, he’s pounding on my door. “Martin, it’s me Greg, open up.”

I’m in no rush to open the door. My greeting lacks any enthusiasm, “Hey Greg.” I flop back down on the couch.

“Dude, what the hell? Ya look like shit.”

Looking down at my clothes I can’t remember what day I put them on. I scratch the stubble on the side of my face. Hmmm I should probably shave.

“Martin!” Greg abruptly says so loud I’m snapped back to reality.

“How can you stand this noise?” He rubs his hand down his face.

“You get used to it. It’s not so bad at night.” I stand up but forget why and look around trying to remember what I was going to do.

Greg must have noticed my befuddlement. “I’m getting you out of here. Find your shoes I’ll grab some of your clothes, you can crash at my place for a while. Why is it so friggin’ hot in here?”

“Air conditioner is broken.” I scan the room for my shoes.

As I lace up my tennis shoes, Greg comes back down with my gym bag full, “C’mon, let’s go.”

We are only a couple of blocks away from my house, when I notice a change in the air. The noise, it’s gone. When I get to Greg’s house, the first thing I do is take a shower. As the hot water streams down my body, I feel like I am waking up from a dream. The events of the last couple of days run through my mind like a bad quality movie.

When I’m dressed, I walk into the kitchen. “Let’s eat!” Greg comes in from outside, with a couple of steaks on a plate. The delicious aroma causes my stomach to grumble. Makes me wonder if I did in fact eat barbecued cicadas. Nah, I couldn’t of.

Photo Cred: Photo by Pankaj Shah on Unsplash