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I think my own fascination was something genetic; my late grandpa was exactly the same way. We used to sit on the porch near Greensburg, KS and watch the thunderstorms in the distance coming at us. He would have loved all the new technology now, especially being able to do what I'm doing now.

I have always had a huge fascination with severe thunderstorms, and have always loved them. That's one of my complaints about living in Boston--they don't get any 'real' thunderstorms. And I get so frusterated at the people who talk about a storm here as being severe and scare and whatnot....I usually follow up with an explanation of what 'real' thunderstorms are like back home in Oklahoma. I've seen several green skies, but never actually seen a tornado. I was once very close to being in one; me and my grandpa (who had had a bit more to drink than he should have) were fishing; I was pretty young, and it was a beautiful day. A thunderstorm popped up out of nowhere and we thought nothing of it, b/c it was moving through so fast. We moved back under the trees to wait it out. When it was at it's worst point, the sky was very black with a only slightly noticable greenish tint, the wind was blowing helaciously, and there was pea sized hail. Once it blew over, we went back to fishing. When we got home later that day, we discovered that there had been an unconfirmed tornado that took out a bunch of trees not too far from where we were. I've also seen a funnel start to drop down out of the clouds, but pop back up and disapear.

I love the midwest in the spring, but I hate it at the same time....they are such awesome and yet so brutal storms....