Okay, so that little summer storm turned into a tornado or two and ripped through town wreaking havoc. A happy Father’s Day indeed because I think all dads like destruction and mayhem.
Mercifully (and even mayhem-loving dads are glad for this), the mass-scale destruction was courteous enough to stick to empty commercial space leaving life and home for the most part untouched. God is good.
I may have a bit of water in the basement, but there are still flowers in the yard, and the roof, windows, and walls are all intact.