Twisted: A Minneapolis Tornado Memoir

Marie Boone's Porter

Description

After a morning spent running errands for their new home, Marie and Michael Porter's lives were turned upside down -along with the lives of thousands of others. On the afternoon of May 22, 2011, North Minneapolis was devastated by a tornado

Twisted recounts the Porters' first 11 months, post tornado. Rebuilding their house, working around the challenges presented by inadequate insurance coverage. Frustration at repeated bouts of incompetence and greed from their city officials. Dealing with issues such as loss of control, logistics, change, and over-stimulation, as two adults with Aspergers.

With the help of social media – and the incredibly generous support of the geek community – the Porters were able to emerge from the recovery marathon without too much of a hit to their sanity levels. New friends were made, new skills learned, and a "new" house emerged from the destruction. Twisted is a roller coaster of emotion, personal observations, rants, humor, social commentary, set backs and triumphs.

Subjects covered include: Opportunistic "Vultures", gawkers, new friendships, a bizarre gingerbread house, unique decisions made with the rebuild - including an internet-famous kitchen backsplash, "Tornado Claus", contractor drama, water balloons, DIY design and work, music, sensory overload, and details on how to cook jambalaya for almost 300 people, in the parking lot of a funeral home... should you ever find yourself in the position to do so!

"Twisted" also includes many Twitter "tweets" from along the way - real time thoughts and feelings on the whole ordeal.

Sujets

• Natural Disasters
• Sciences et techniques
• Nature

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780984604081
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Marie Porter
Photography by Michael Porter
 




Twisted: A Minneapolis Tornado Memoir
Copyright ©2012 by Marie Porter. All Rights Reserved.
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First Edition, May 22, 2012
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Acknowledgments
There are so many people that we need to thank...I'm dreading the idea that I could possibly forget someone!
First off, I would like to thank my best friend, my husband Porter. I have no idea how I would have gotten through this without him, in so many ways. From emotional support through the ordeal, to him being so skilled with the rebuild, to his undying support for this book - he was amazing.
Thank you SO very much to friends - new and old - who volunteered many hours of hard labor to help dig us out from this mess: Peter Gamache, Tara Q, Jessica McMillan, Jennifer Fairchild, Todd Murray, Carrie Iwan, Otha Lohse, Jeanne & John Rubbo, Heather & Mark Sauntry, David Waldorf, the Smith family, Tom, and anyone I may have forgotten. (Forgive me, it was a high stress time!). Aside from the desperately needed physical help, you guys really helped keep us sane. We hope to be able to repay the favors some day!
Thank you, so very much, to everyone who generously donated towards our repairs. With such a huge gulf between what insurance would cover, and the actual damages... you guys were amazing. We are so touched by the generosity not only from friends, but from complete strangers. Thank you, Anime Twin Cities, Mark &Heather Sauntry, Barb Andersen, Karen Cyson, Jeanne & John Rubbo, Jason Wynia, Barbara Ploegstra Hunt, Carrie Iwan , David Medinets, Helen Shin, Sheila Smith, Brent Black, Christopher MacAllister, Shawn Colton, Jason Glaser, Charlene Russell, Dave Benhart, Charlotte Nickerson, Shawn Bakken, Amy Rea, Tom Hogan, Ray Porter, Sarah Elizabeth, Alicia LaMunion and various employees at Boston Scientific - Maple Grove.
Thank you to everyone who bought my cook books as a result of the tornado, and spread the word. We're not used to accepting charity, so it was nice to have some help in earning our way out of this mess. I hope you loved the books!
Thank you so much to Tracy of Iron River Construction. You walked in to SUCH a mess- both literally and figuratively - and took such great care of us. Also, big thanks to Jim Leighton for the recommendation!
Thank you to the geek communities - both local and otherwise - as well as to friends and followers on social media. Thank you for putting up with me through this whole roller coaster, for help finding contacts, resources, referrals, & information, and for your continued support.
HUGE thanks to the people behind the North Minneapolis Post Tornado Watch page. "Rock stars" doesn't even begin to describe you guys. Your tireless work to make sure that those of us affected by the tornado were kept up to date on resources and information was awe inspiring. Peter Kerre, Mandi Studler, Genesia Williams, Shane Williams, and Anthony Newby - you guys are awesome.
Thank you FEMA, for your quick response to the tornado, and honestly trying to help us. While we may not have qualified for individual assistance, I want you to know that some of us appreciate your efforts, and your obviously caring & concerned employees on the ground here. It's nice to know that part of the government was looking out for us, even when our local government was NOT.
Finally, I should - grudgingly - thank the City of Minneapolis. If it weren't for their blazing incompetence - making everything FAR more stressful and convoluted than it ever needed to be - I wouldn't have been fired up enough to write this book. On the same note, I suppose thanks is also due to opportunistic vultures and poorly behaved contractors. You all made this such an ... interesting ... experience

 
Preface
I'll never forget my first real exposure to life in a tornado zone.
I'd moved to Minnesota a few months before, in the middle of February. Having been born and raised in Canada, there was so much that was new to me... and so much that no one had bothered to tell me.
I was gassing up my car in Maple Grove, on a sunny and warm spring day in 2006, when the air raid sirens went off. I had absolutely NO idea what one was supposed to do in the event of an act of war, and freaked out.
While frantically dialing my husband at work and ducking, I tried to remember what I'd seen in those old movie clips. History class, about wars that had happened many decades before, kids in school - what did they do? Was that "duck and cover"? I know it's not "stop, drop, and roll" - we'd learned THAT one! Was I supposed to get under my car? Who paid attention to what they did in air raid drills in these old movies? It was Canada, and I'd never lived anywhere where that would be a real consideration.
I'd never been so scared in my life. It's one thing for something like this to happen... but to be completely unprepared and left floundering? THAT is what scared me more than anything. I'd had no cultural exposure to this, and I was missing any "air raid drill" training that kids that grew up here probably were receiving.
My husband picked up the phone, and I was so glad he was around to do so, as he worked in a huge building in the area - for all I know, it could be a target for this apparent air raid.
I'm sure I sounded like a madwoman, asking what the HELL I'm supposed to do when air raid sirens go off.
He laughed. Hard.
As he explained that those sirens weren't for air raids, they were for weather, I finally noticed that no one else was scared, they all milled about their business on this sunny afternoon. Not only was the siren NOT about an act of war, it was a regular, scheduled thing. This was the first Wednesday of the month, it was 1:00pm, of COURSE there was supposed to be a siren going off. Of course.
Of course, that would have been nice to know ahead of time! I'd never lived anywhere that had any sort of weather that required sirens to announce it, and I'd only ever heard of that sort of siren in the context of old war movies.
While my husband thought he was giving me good news - allaying my shock that I apparently lived in a place that had to be concerned about air raids - he was actually giving me terrifying news. Oh shit, I'd moved somewhere where tornadoes are frequent enough, they have sirens set up to warn about them.
I had never considered tornadoes as a concern, moving to Minnesota. Had he lived in Oklahoma or Kansas, he would have had a much harder time getting me to move. I may never have been exposed to tornadoes, but they scared the shit out of me - in theory. I'd handled floods. I'd handled never ending blizzards, and 5-6 yards of snow over the course of a week or two - snow drifts higher than the houses. I'd walked down Bourbon street during a tropical storm, not that long before Katrina.
Tornadoes, though? I don't DO tornadoes.
"Don't worry", my husband said. "They never hit in the city. You're safe!"
Our New Beginning
Racing towards our Minneapolis home, I'd never been so scared in my life.
Normally, I'd consider myself to be calm under stress… maybe even thrive on it. When having conversations that no couple should ever have to have, as our world was coming down around us though? Not so much. On May 22, 2011 our lives changed. Violently.
A few months earlier, we'd been renting-to-own a home in a nearby suburb. The rent was crippling us, and it was impossible to save up for a down payment. It was a world of hurt for us, but we loved the house, and tried to stick it out.
When the foreclosed house next door sold for 1/3 of what we were contracted to pay, though... we decided to look into buying a foreclosed home.
I still laugh when I think about how lucky we were, in buying this new house. Within minutes of finding out the selling price of the neighbor's house, we were scanning listings online.
I came upon one listing that grabbed my attention. To this day, I don't know what it was that caused me to take notice. It was a fairly average older house, one of many in our price range. The exterior was not the nicest color, but the inside looked "ok". There wasn't a ton of room... there wasn't any real particular advantage to this house at all.
Instinct is a funny thing. I just had a feeling that THIS was our house. We wanted to see it right away, super excited about the possibility of owning our own home. So, just after 8pm that night, we drove out to look at it, in the dark.
It was a house. It was dark, and completely in snow. Just a regular old house, nothing really spectacular... but I was still feeling like this was "the one". I arranged to meet a realtor at the house the next day.
Honestly, the tour almost ended immediately. The kitchen was awful - seriously the worst kitchen I'd ever seen in my life. It was tiny, had awful cabinetry up one side, a weird, super tall sink unit (that was very trashy looking), and it was shaped like a ... stealth bomber.
I felt sort of guilty about wasting the realtor's time, so I toured the rest of the house. The two bedrooms on the main floor would make great offices for us. The bathroom was awful, though. The living and dining rooms had gorgeous dark wood trim, but the walls were in crappy shape.
I headed up the stairs to the converted attic, which was the main bedroom. Huh. Some moron had sprayed popcorn finish all over the walls and ceiling, and then painted it an ugly yellow color. Never seen anything like THAT before!
From the top of the stairs, I scanned the room, with its unfinished floor. That amount of space would be nice... I could picture hanging out on the mini deck on the other side