Stop in for a cup of coffee

I am not trying to make fun of Americans, far from, but this "storm" thing has been an interesting thing for me. I am used to calling it storm when the wind reach a certain speed. Under that it is gale, and under that again it is breeze. :lol: So, when people here says it is a storm of some kind, like rain storm, or thunder storm, well, we do not have much of that here, but it is talked about, I am like, what... this is hardly even a breeze. It is just that the words are used very different and nothing wrong with that, but when I moved here it puzzled me. I do realize that here in the city it is not much wind, while up in the mountains it might be more windy.

You see, I grew up in a village where the wind and wind gusts were extremely strong due to being surrounded by mountains. Tipping buses and 18 wheelers, and blowing cars of the road. Taking buildings. And not a tornado, just from flat wind. The houses are secured with wires or steel rods in the corners. Fastest gusts I have recorded was 150 mph.
More than once my wife has told me that what I have been used to in my life is completely different from life here. Being used to have a little boys room outside, going there in the winter too as a little boy. Windy and snow did not matter. Think I was about 5-6 years old when we got a little boys room inside. In the little boys room outside we used old newspapers as bathroom tissue. Life these days are certainly different.
Bill
'storm' can certainly mean a lot of different thing. Any big change to normal nice weather. 150mph, that's nuts! Would destroy pretty much everything around here. Just not built for that.
As for the 'little boys room' There are still some outhouses around. One on my neighbors property I am sure saw its last use long before I moved here in '93. Only home I recall having one in use growing up was my Great Aunt Elva and Uncle George's farmhouse in Sugarloaf PA. We often visited for a few days there in the summer.