My grandmother’s town, where my mom and I both spent much of our growing up, was more or less erased on Sunday to within about 250 feet of her house. Tornadoes will do that, and they will do things like this. (You’d think you’d have heard something about this from the news media, but the other news media’s mommies and grandmas live in Florida and Arizona so you’ve spent the last two days hearing about their petty little meteorological problems. I work in a thoroughly ass profession.) The grain bin in the picture — it was a bin once — was one of the ones my father built. Photo courtesy of my brother and sister-in-law.
