Sirens a much needed help
My mother used to talk about the tornado that hit Shreveport when she was a child growing up there.
The wind was so powerful that it drove a pine straw straight into a telephone pole, as if the brittle straw were a nail. The parents of a young girl who lived close to my mother’s street were killed.
If the neighbors had any warning other than my grandfather’s supposedly arriving at home unexpectedly to shepherd his family to safety, Mama never mentioned it.