The National Weather service has confirmed an F1 tornado hit our neighborhood with 90MPH winds.
By some peculiar accident of fate and nature, our house is untouched. We have no more than a few limbs down in our backyard. Homes all around us lie beneath trees, temporarily uninhabitable and without power. Around the corner, an old oak vines its way through a front bedroom, under the bed, around dining chairs, through cupboards, and out the back door.