What goes on in the Mind of a Kessler?
Apr 5, 2011 10:44:00 GMT -5
Post by Cole Kessler on Apr 5, 2011 10:44:00 GMT -5
Cole's journal..... Something his eighth-grade teacher had burned into his brain. She had always spoke of the importance of keeping your own personal history, because in the end no one really knew who you were. She knew Cole was destined for greatness and that most of his corps of friends didn't really know him as well as they thought he did.
His crazy style of living life for the day gave him plenty to talk about back then and still does today. Some of his most precious moments and some of the more dispicable times are all documented in his super-heavy, super-thick journal.
Cole's problem with keeping a journal, is he writes in it almost everyday, at least every other. Therefore he can close out a notebook rather quick, but he can't store them for fear of someone finding it and revealing something personal. His journal's size is due to the fact that it is the melding of every single entry he's writen since graduation, and some long before that.
Another problem is attention to detail. He documents everything from the day, including: Time, exterior conditions (temp, weather, dryness) Something his teacher admired, but admitted to him wasn't entirely necessary.
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Saturday, April 20th, 2006
3:47 P.M. Light Rain
Dear Journal
Hello, Future Cole
They're saying the outbreak today is going to be a big one. A line of storms already stretching from northern Kansas into southern Texas. I've never seen this big of a line and the images on TV right now are just amazing. I've had the camera charging all night. Steve, Hex, Jim-Bone, all of us are going after this line. Four crews which are lead by each of us, with the leaders staying in constant contact.
The line's movement has slowed as it inched closer to us, causing me and Steve to get a bit uneasy. It wasn't that long ago we were the ignorant ones who didn't know what to do in this kind of weather. If not for him, I wouldn't be here either. This is something we've waited all winter for. Last year, Steve lost his mom to this bitch, Mother Nature. We know we can't get her back, but we can at least keep it from hurting other people, or desrtoying their town like it did ours.
My biggest worry about today and this evening is we don't know what this storm's going to do. We don't even know if the trucks and equipment is ready. We've spent all winter training, with the help of local meteorologists, for how to drive in high winds and react to falling debris. But I'm going to have to cut this entry here. Steve's crew just pulled up along with mine. And judging by the frequency of the lightning out my other window, it's time. We're going huntin', boys.
4:27 P.M. Heavy Rain and Lightning
His crazy style of living life for the day gave him plenty to talk about back then and still does today. Some of his most precious moments and some of the more dispicable times are all documented in his super-heavy, super-thick journal.
Cole's problem with keeping a journal, is he writes in it almost everyday, at least every other. Therefore he can close out a notebook rather quick, but he can't store them for fear of someone finding it and revealing something personal. His journal's size is due to the fact that it is the melding of every single entry he's writen since graduation, and some long before that.
Another problem is attention to detail. He documents everything from the day, including: Time, exterior conditions (temp, weather, dryness) Something his teacher admired, but admitted to him wasn't entirely necessary.
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Saturday, April 20th, 2006
3:47 P.M. Light Rain
They're saying the outbreak today is going to be a big one. A line of storms already stretching from northern Kansas into southern Texas. I've never seen this big of a line and the images on TV right now are just amazing. I've had the camera charging all night. Steve, Hex, Jim-Bone, all of us are going after this line. Four crews which are lead by each of us, with the leaders staying in constant contact.
The line's movement has slowed as it inched closer to us, causing me and Steve to get a bit uneasy. It wasn't that long ago we were the ignorant ones who didn't know what to do in this kind of weather. If not for him, I wouldn't be here either. This is something we've waited all winter for. Last year, Steve lost his mom to this bitch, Mother Nature. We know we can't get her back, but we can at least keep it from hurting other people, or desrtoying their town like it did ours.
My biggest worry about today and this evening is we don't know what this storm's going to do. We don't even know if the trucks and equipment is ready. We've spent all winter training, with the help of local meteorologists, for how to drive in high winds and react to falling debris. But I'm going to have to cut this entry here. Steve's crew just pulled up along with mine. And judging by the frequency of the lightning out my other window, it's time. We're going huntin', boys.
4:27 P.M. Heavy Rain and Lightning
