We’ve had one day to assess damage and what not after a tornado visited the county seat:
The local High School calls their athletic teams The Tornados. Humm, I might have second thoughts of that.
We had a tornado go through about ten years ago, about the time near neighbors borther married (it lasted about three months, after a two month separation). That tornado was like the marriage, it didn’t amount to a great deal. It followed the highway = Hwy 54, the yellow brick road, named after that story. It lifted before it hit the city limits, but it livened up so many lives in its brief visibility.
The one before that, in this area, was about twenty years ago. It destroyed the farm home of a very nice guy. Killed his wife. He never re-built out there. He moved to the village and after a couple of years re-married. He farmed out there and he died of a ruptured spleen a week or so after a vehicle accident in Wichita. That was about two years after his new marriage.
Nice guy. We miss him around here. His second wife sold off all the properties and departed the area.
Without knowing the extent of the damages in Eureka, I opted to go grocery shopping in the county south of me. It was the better decision I made yesterday, I suppose. I’d hate to be though a gawker and a crow of some sort and, for sure, I’m in no business of repairing some of those buildings.
Which makes me itch, of course, to jump into the truck and go see what’s what, regardless.
From the reaches,