By lunchtime the air felt like a wet sweater, and the sky had that strange spring tint I grew up fearing. My daughter texted first: “Principal says early dismissal.” Minutes later, Local Matters started pinging with school-by-school updates and a red banner: tornado watch through evening.
I stood at the office window and counted how many of us would be on the same highway at the same time. The wind pushed low clouds like they had somewhere urgent to be. You don’t forget the freight-train sound once you’ve heard it…