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Jun. 26th, 2017 08:10 pmThis weekend, I walked through a EID celebration, and heard the Shabbat siren which sounds a bit like the tornado warnings that I used to hear as a child in Prairie Village, Kansas, a suburb on the outskirts of Kansas City. Also heard them as an adult in a rural university town in Lawrence, Kansas.
The siren would ring, and we'd all rush to the basement and wait it out. Listening to the radio broadcast the latest sighting, and tell us the all clear. In Lawrence, we sat in the hallways of our apartment building. And in Liberty, Missouri, my grandmother who couldn't get to the basement, would go into the shower or tub.
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Eh. I think I'll watch the Great British Baking Show.
The siren would ring, and we'd all rush to the basement and wait it out. Listening to the radio broadcast the latest sighting, and tell us the all clear. In Lawrence, we sat in the hallways of our apartment building. And in Liberty, Missouri, my grandmother who couldn't get to the basement, would go into the shower or tub.
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Eh. I think I'll watch the Great British Baking Show.