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Those nights around here in winter when the air is heavy and still. When it is way too warm and balmy. Something is so not right. I was hanging on Emery St., which is basically I-20 and Hearne, that Sat. night. It was probably about 2:00a.m. Sunday morn when the oddity that was the weather brought me out to eyeball it. The strange color and the even stranger "feel". I dragged everyone out for a look but they weren't as caught up in it as I and went back inside. I stayed out there looking at the sky for about an hour or so knowing that something was amiss. It was at this time Bossier was plowed over and I didn't even know it. News trickled in Sunday and by Monday everyone knew the extent of the damage. It had turned cold and I got off work about 1:00 and drove over to check it out. I still can't describe it to this day.
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