I am very sad to read from afar the devastation cause by a barrage of tornandos in the American southland, particularly in Alabama. Hundreds have apparently been killed by these terrible storms. People sometimes have a romantic notion about storms and chasing tornandos and forget that they are so deadly. Even though there are those who have thankfully survived, it is hearbreaking to see them lose their homes.
If you have never been to the American South in the springtime you might not understand the beauty of the place and its people. There is a way the sunshine shines that makes you feel so good. Magnolia trees, spanish moss, the open fields and rushing streams. The smiles, laughter, the sense of community, the easy friendship and decency of its good people that is too often overlooked by stereotyping fools. Put me on a front porch in Birmingham, Mobile or New Orleans with a case of beer, some good home cooking, music in the background and a few friends to shoot the shit and I’m set for the afternoon and as far into the evening as the night will allow.
In the small towns there everyone knows everyone else, the past is always present. These twisters can ruin more than a few houses, they attack a sense of community. So I am hoping that the worst is over and praying for those who lost loved ones. And I am reminded yet again how short a time we have here as the wind passes over the land.
I know, I know, too maudlin and too much, but that is how I am feeling today.