Sunday was one of those days that those of us familiar with the threat of tornadoes dread.
For days, the weather people had dire predictions that severe thunderstorms were likely, some of them bringing damaging hail and tornadoes that could stay on the ground for miles.
Ask any person who grew up in or lived in “Tornado Alley” and they will tell you days like this bring jittery nerves.
When I was growing up, we lived in a small bungalow until my teen years. The house was built without a basement, but even after my parents had one added, we always went up to my Godparent’s house when the sirens started wailing.
On one such run up the street when I was a baby, my dad, who could literally sleep through anything, slept right through the tornado, which twisted an oak tree in the front yard.
The tree survived, but the oddly twisted trunk in our front yard was always a reminder to take these storms seriously.