I went for a walk early this afternoon. I circled the house twice and walked the entire property line. Nothing. Whew.
But within three blocks of This D*mn House, I was astounded by what I saw.
Sadly, this is home to an ill, elderly couple. They did not need this. I stood there for several minutes staring at what was left of their garage. Their roof is in tatters.
These are places I go by nearly every day. And last night, you couldn’t get within 200 yards of them. Still today, there is a side street a block from this devastation that the police won’t let you go down because there is even worse damage.
This is the front of a convenience store where they come out to your car to take your order. (We frequent them for sodas.)
And these scenes were all too common.
I continue to be astounded by what I see from across the river. (Our cable, which went out shortly after we got an “all clear” around 9 last night, finally came back on well after 3 this afternoon so I’m just now getting caught up on those images. They are frightening and heart-wrenching. Those poor, poor people!) They’re saying this is the worst tornado to hit St. Louis since 1967.
As we huddled in the basement last night, I grew more and more concerned as I could hear the distant TV tracking the storm as it grew ever closer.
And to think, if it had come just a few more blocks. Not miles. Blocks.
Grateful doesn't even begin to cover it.