We had severe weather in the Flat on Tuesday. Tornadoes. Although I'd known that something happened, I hadn't realized that it was so catastrophic. Eight people are dead, killed in a small town called Utica that's about 60 miles south of here. Several others were trapped but have been rescued.
What has me totally shaken up about this is that Sleek, the computer consultant who's in our office once a week, is a storm-chaser. Although I know that he was here pretty late on Tuesday (because I was, too), I don't know if he was out chasing that storm after he left. Considering how bad it was - wind speeds topping out around 220 mph, and at least 8 people dead - the thought that he could have been there chilled me.
I guess I don't realize how much he'd come to be a part of what I consider my real life until it was - or seemed to be - threatened. I'm still learning to not be so short-sighted.
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