Don, I know that we are blessed when we escape uninjured from one of these storms, but damn, it still hurts like hell to see things we have loved and cared for smashed in an instant. Where were you during the storm? Were you wakened by the sirens or just the noise?
After our tornado a couple of weeks after 9/11/2001 when I lost most of my big trees, I was almost tempted to plant bamboo instead of trees because it would not cause so much damage when it came down. I am very sorry that you had to be in the storm's path. And as bad as I felt after our tornado, I could not help but be grateful that it had lifted enough to where it broke our trees, messed up siding and cars, but only two residences had the type of damage that forced people out during the repairs. On the comic side, the sight of me with a chain saw cutting up trees and hauling the pieces out to the street probably had the same effect as one of those pictures where you see the shot of the back of a lady in a gown, but when you see the face, it's a guy with a beard and moustache! And then the gawkers started walking and driving through the neighborhood just staring at our losses. It was such an invasion of our privacy and so embarrassing. Out in front of my house I had cut up trees stacked so high that it looked like Valhalla at the start of Gotterdammerung. I used to love storms, but that cured me. Now there is some fear.
Now I would like to ask those who live in tornado-prone areas, why don't you have basements or at least storm cellars with Dorothy Gale doors?