Had an office in the mid-cities at that time. Was driving home and heard on the radio that a hail storm was moving across Fort Worth. I could see the green-colored cloud on the west side of town. I had a new car and didn't want hail damage, so I decide to go downtown and get in a parking garage.
Went to the Fort Worth Club to work out, which is men-only. Suddenly there are alot of women walking around in the athletic center because they are evacuating the building into the basement (where the athletic center is). Being the genius that I am, I don't believe the reports and take the stairs up to the ground floor. As I look out onto 7th Street, I see pieces of buildings go flying by. Needless to say, I rushed back downstairs.
I lived on the westside at the time, a few blocks from where the tornado had passed. I kept calling my house waiting for the answering machine to pickup to determine if I had electricty while sitting on the 11th floor of the FWC looking out the broken windows at all the wreckage downtown. When my answering machine finally picked up, I decided to drive home.
That drive home will stick out in my mind forever. Downtown was on complete lockdown, but the police let me drive out of there and down 7th Street back to my house. It truly looked like a war scene. The crunch of glass under my tires was one of the stranger parts of the ordeal. There was no damage at my house so I spent the entire night helping friends clean up their houses and keeping watch over possible looters.
Hard to believe that was 11 years ago.