Sky was looking bad on Friday so I went out to move one of the cars out of a field and under a shed. By the time I was in gear the hailstones were falling. Then it really started to hail and it sounded like I was under attack.

I got into the shed and was going to wait it out but it was getting worse so I decided to run into the house. Suddenly the wind came up and it knocked me over. And then it really started to get windy. I felt like Dorthy trying to get into the storm shelter.

The next day I found a small tornado had dropped down into the field next to the house. It was about a mile or so away but tore a hole in the pasture land and ripped down some trees. Beyond that nothing since this place is just a whole lot of nowhere.

The bottom line is they come up quick. Or at least quicker than this old man can outrun them.