Big hailstorm Sunday back in the land of my birth. The wind comes right behind the plain … and fucks shit up. I feel bad for everyone’s car. I also feel bad for watching these over and over. I love the people and their acksints. Sounds like home; looks like it too. I can almost smell that wonderful ozoney storm smell.
Here’s a video somebody shot inside Penn Square Mall in Oklahoma City. Wait and see what happens around the 4:15 marker…
Who here remembers when Penn Square didn’t even have a roof or a second floor? (Back in the John A. Brown’s and Rothschild’s days.) Good thing it did here. And whoever built that roof in the late ’80s? Nice work — seriously.
This one’s great, because it looks like it’s one of them richie houses out in Edmond. (“Oh, no. Look at Mom’s orange tree.”) The pool really tells the story — watch at least until 1:45.
And this one’s great because it’s not in McMansionville. (“Yew had a nice car fer about a munth…”)