You accept certain realities when you live in the Midwest. You’ll never be more than five minutes from the nearest cornfield. People will be overly polite at four-way stops, leading to frustration as everyone waves on everyone else in an endless loop. Oh, yeah, and every once in a while, a giant vortex will randomly drop out of the sky and try to kill you.
All the phones in my daughter’s class went off at once. The warning message told them to take action immediately. Moments later, my wife and I got a text message from an unknown number. It said it was from Betsy. She was taking cover.
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