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Slorm Over
While Bear
July 1978
.urple clouds towered over the west-
ern horizon as I hurried toward White Bear Lake. I recog-
nized their ominous formation: cumulonimbus mammas.
Trouble clouds. Out of them could come the bane of all inland
sailors a tornado.
The air was heavy with the coming storm， and I shivered as
I reached the dock at Tally s Anchor Inn. White Bear Lake，
usually a serene， silvery-blue sailor s paradisc， was now a lead-
en shade of gray. No multi-hued mallards bobbed among its
rows of sailboats; no swallows flew overhead. The lake looked
dead.
At the water s edge， two teenage boys were hastily dragging
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