I have to double post to put up this 15 minute video.
This is where I live.
One of the tornadoes last summer tore through a neighborhood 100 yards south of where my house was. I ran through that subdivision regularly. It was flattened. The old foliage has been torn apart. What was once a forested little lane is now plain, with rebuilt houses. I can remember the eaves rattling and siding flying around outside. I remember the golf-sized hail that struck my new and old cars.
But that wasn't the scariest part.
It was a rare weekend that I wasn't in the Oregon District that summer. I was actually at home when the shooting happened because my partner was out of town and I was watching the kids. The club that was shot apart is a place I've been to several times, and the bar next to it is one of my favorite dives. Nine people were killed, but there were dozens shot and injured in just thirty-two seconds.
But I was at home this time.
Just in case you want to know a little more about why I'm so thankful now. And happy to be happy.