"Shit!" thinks I, as I start running down a list of possibilities. The sky is clear and the weather's been good. Not a storm, not a flood.
Earthquake? Mt Rainier? aQ NBC attack?
Those six alert tones took forever to finish, and when the announcer started speaking, he had my full and undivided attention.
It was just a test, the student DJs at Nathan Hale High had let the EAS stomp a song.
But still, it was a weird feeling, that chill up the spine.