On the evening of Friday, March 12, 1993, a mix of snow, sleet and rain was falling across North and Central Alabama as a low roared across the northern Gulf of Mexico.
To the south of the powerful low, severe thunderstorms pounded Florida. A storm surge was inundating the coast in the Florida Big Bend area.
Colder air was rushing in behind the low and temperatures were plunging across North and Central Alabama. Winds were howling across Central Alabama.
By 10 p.m., the snow was really coming down at our house in Trussville. After watching the news, we sat in front of the picture window in our living room and watched it snow. We had a refrigerator and freezer full of food. It would be a great weekend playing in the snow with the kids.
We sipped coffee and hot chocolate and watched it snow. Suddenly, there was a blue flash of light and a loud noise. It was a transformer. The neighborhood was plunged into darkness.
Uh oh.
The wind and snow increased. As we watched the maelstrom outside, there was another bright flash of light, but the sound that followed was not a transformer. It was thunder. We stared at each other in amazement. The scene the next morning would be stunning.
More tomorrow.
