Rough Night in the Midwest!
Last night provided the weather that reminds me not to be so condescending and ask why people live where there are volcanoes, earthquakes, hurricaines, etc. The sweet middle of the United States isn’t always the safest place to be. I think most people live where they are born (more ore less). [I was born and have lived my forty-eight years never moving more than five miles inland from the shores of Lake Michigan. Port Washington, WI -my birthplace- once had several city blocks taken out by a tornado.]

I’m glad I wasn’t looking at the TV. I don’t want to know who idiot was who asked, “Don’t people there know where to go when the weather turns bad?” Duuuh. She obviously is not from anywhere from the Dakotas southward. Everyone grows up knowing where to go when a tornado is coming. The problem is sometimes..........well, they just kind of sneak up on people. You can’t live your whole life in the bathtub or under the basement stairs. Except for those of us who spend a lot of time in the laundry room, which just happens to be under my basement stairs.