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Tornado Warning for Wilkes-Barre Brings Back OK Memories

Today is an odd weather day in Northeast PA. We have a tornado watch. That doesn’t happen too often. Sure, we get hail and damaging winds. But I believe the last time we had a really devastating tornado in Wilkes-Barre ish areas was in 1998 at Lake Carey. At any rate, I had one of my end of the world dreams last night. We were leaving town quickly and by the time the bus we were on got out of town, I overheard someone saying the town was gone. In my dream, I had to pee so I told someone that I was glad I didn’t stop to pee after all or else I may not have made it. (I don’t know what the end of the world came from in my dream.) So, like you may also experience, when you have to pee in your dream, sometimes you wake up and have to pee, too. So, I woke up. I grabbed my iPhone to see what time it was. It felt early. I have no windows in my bedroom, so it’s a dark dungeon and I never know what time it is. Oversleeping is a result. A welcome result. My iPhone though was as dark as my room. Died overnight. (Like all those people in my dream.) I plugged it in and ran downstairs to pee. The clock on the stove told me it was just after 11. I took a few swigs of apple juice from the jug and when I got back upstairs to return to bed, I saw my phone also got some juice. And several old texts from earlier in the morning popped up. They were from the weather channel.

Tornado Watch for Wilkes-Barre.

Severe Thunderstorm Warning for Luzerne County.

Shit, I thought. Is my dream coming true? I lay back down,heart still racing a bit from having a movie-like Armageddon dream (it wasn’t a nightmare – it was more like a movie) but maybe racing because fear of dying in a tornado in the waking world was setting in.

I lived in Oklahoma for three years and that’s when I first really learned about tornadoes. In my memoir, I wrote a chapter about aclimating to Tulsa. Here’s a small excerpt of that chapter. To bring you up to speed, this is almost halfway through the book – the first part is about growing up in the Poconos. Here, I was 13, it was the Spring of 1992 and I had just moved to Tulsa — this was my third school that year.


One of the first things I learned in my new school is that we may have made a tiny mistake in moving to Tulsa. I am not sure if my mom knew how much she was endangering our lives by bringing us to Oklahoma.

tulsa tornado
This is an image from the most deadly tornado in Tulsa. I also lived there for that, 1993 or 1994 I think. It destroyed a huge truckstop when it came up I-44. Image credit from

I knew what tornadoes were: I’d seen the Wizard of Oz many times. But, I never thought I’d have to prepare for one. Since it was spring, which everyone in Tulsa called Tornado Season, we had tornado drills to practice how we’d survive if high, spiral-shaped winds hit Nimitz Middle School. Back in Pennsylvania, we only had fire drills, so this was quite scary. When the tornado drill bell sounded, we proceeded to the interior hallways and sat Indian-style facing the lockers. Being by the interior walls was safer, we were told. There were no windows, so we’d be protected from glass shards. We put our arms behind our necks and placed our heads down in our laps. This would shield us from the debris. After the first tornado drill, when we were back in the classroom, we were issued an informational packet with all sorts of safety tips and preparation techniques from an educational program Channel 8 News put together called Travis Meyer’s Wicked Weather Guide. Travis was a local meteorologist, so I trusted his judgment and studied his guide as if it were material for an exam.

But, I wasn’t at school the first time a tornado threatened my new city.

One Thursday in mid-May, Joe, Theresa, Michelle, Dan, and I were planning on going to the movies, New Jack City I think.   It was raining and I was getting petrified. I knew that rain in the heat could cause a thunderstorm and that thunder and lightening could bring a tornado. Our television had been on all day and, on the little ticker beneath the show, there was a tornado watch for Tulsa County. A watch, according to Travis Meyer’s Wicked Weather Guide, meant there was a possibility a tornado could form. But, a little later in the day, that watch transformed into a warning, which meant there were actually tornadoes on the ground. There was no way I was going outside.

“I am not going!” I yelled to Joe, even though going to the movies was one of my favorite things to do. Not much could tear me away from the prospect of Reese’s Pieces and hot, drizzly butter, but dying in a tornado did the trick.

He just laughed at me and continued watching TV. I called my mom at work. The mall management was instructing all employees and shoppers to head to the mall’s tornado shelter but, yet, she assured me everything would be fine; it was just a precaution. I’d be safe at the movies. My aunts and Dan had gathered at our apartment for the family outing. They saw I was freaking out.

“What’s the matter with you, Gutt?” asked Dan. He’d nicknamed Theresa and I “Butt and Gutt.” He even drew stick figures to represent this duo. Mine had a bubble in the front; Theresa’s bubble was in the back. I hated it.

“Don’t you watch TV? There’s a freakin’ tornado,” I cried from the hallway, the interior hallway.

“Well, a huge movie theater is safer than this place,” he said.

I didn’t care. I did what Travis Meyers said to do when severe weather struck. I pulled my twin foam mattress into my bathroom and told my family I was climbing in what was dubbed the safest place in the house, the bathtub. A video we watched in school showed totally destroyed houses with toilets and tubs still standing admist the debris.

“Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ, Donna. Stop your happy horseshit. Let’s go,” Joe said.

“We’re gonna die. Don’t you care?” I said getting into the tub. “Oh, I forgot my radio.”

I got out of the tub and went across the hall to my bedroom to grab my AM/FM alarm clock, which had batteries inside as a back up. This way, I would be aware of all the destruction and find out when it was safe to come out of the tub.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna miss the movie,” yelled Theresa. I was leaving her alone with all adults. She liked being with the adults anyway; she always sat at the adult table on holidays while the boys and I had more fun at the kids’ table. “You’re such a wuss.”

Wuss, I thought. I had the guide, in black and white, right here. Meteorological professionals don’t call it a tornado warning for no reason. There was a serious threat. She asked me one last time if I was really going to sit in the bathtub while they went to enjoy a movie.

“Yes. I told you guys. I’m staying here. You guys are crazy.”

She left the bathroom and I heard the front door slam. I could hear thunder and rain. I read and reread Travis Meyer’s Wicked Weather Guide in the bathtub until I became bored. The weather had calmed down. I put the mattress back on my bed. I plugged back in my alarm clock. I survived my first tornado. I waited for my family to come back from the movie theater, secretly wishing Joe got caught up in the winds like the cows in Wizard of Oz. But, the tornado had passed our part of Tulsa — this time. In fact, the Tulsa World the next day called it an F0 tornado, only causing some tree branches to fall.


Memory Lane: Regis & Froggy 101 – :15 seconds of fame!

One day, Regis Philbin told America to, “Have a hoppy day.”

And, it’s because I told him to.

Welcome to the first post in another new series on Daily Dose o Donna, Memory Lane. Here, I will recount (quickly) unique, memorable stories from my past. Hope this will be a prequel to a collection of essays one day.

Event: My trip to Live! with Regis

Year: 2001

Age: 23

My place in life: I was promotion director at Froggy 101, living in Luzerne, PA and dating Mike.

The story: Through a connection, I scored some tickets to see Live! with Regis at ABC Studios. This wasn’t a work event, but I decided to bring some Froggy 101 swag to try to get our call letters and fun logo splattered on national television. I brought a bag full of station T-shirts (which a design I came up with: a spoof of the 70s ‘Have a Nice Day’ shirts with the smiley face, and instead had our frog face and it said, ‘Have a Hoppy Day.’ Radio promotions really meshed well with my corniness!), Froggy 101 license plates, and bumper stickers.

In 2001, I went to see Regis (when he was on his own for a few weeks) and got him to hold up a Froggy 101 T-shirt on air!

Regis and crew getting the shirt ready to go live after the pre-recorded George Clooney segment was over.

This show was after Kathie Lee retired and Regis was looking for a co-host. The day we went, Meredith Viera was co-hosting. During a longer break (because they had to use a prerecorded George Clooney interview), Regis talked with the audience. I walked up to him.

“Hi, Regis! I’m from a radio station in Scranton. You have relatives near there, don’t you?” I asked, remembering a little nugget of information that he threw the first pitch at a Red Baron’s game years ago because of some local tie.

“Oh, yes,” he said, or something of that nature.

“I brought you some goodies. Can you tell America to ‘Have a hoppy day?'” I asked, holding up one of my shirts.

“This is cute! Sure,” he said, taking my bag off to the crew.

After the Clooney segment and a commercial break, Regis said there was some folks from Froggy 101 in Scranton, PA in the studio and said that they wanted you to have a hoppy day… he held up the shirt. He and Meredith giggled a bit and they carried on with the show.

Regis Philbin and Meredith Viera on the set, holding up my Froggy 101 T-shirt

Regis Philbin and Meredith Viera on the set, holding up my Froggy 101 T-shirt

After the show was over, he came back over to us. We asked for a picture, so here it is. Not only did I meet Regis, but I got him to give a shout out on national television. Brian Hopper, the then midday guy at the station said the phone lines were lit up from listeners who were surprised to see the Froggy 101 shirts on the air with Regis.

Mike, Regis, and Me in September 2001 on the set, after his show.

Mike, Regis, and Me in September 2001 on the set, after his show.

Long after 2001, Froggy 101 also became nationally-recognized on NBC’s The Office! Most Office fans know about Froggy 101 because Dwight has the station bumper sticker stuck by his desk. Of course I was long gone from the station by then, but awesome to know that the awesome Froggy logo is still being seen by people everywhere, even when they can’t tune in.