Photo from 11alive.com news, but was made locally today.
I have wonderful next door neighbors; the kind you can borrow a cup of sugar from when you run out. Or run to their basement in a storm. We've lived here for almost 14 years, their kids and mine have grown up together, played together, attended school together. Good people.
My son called after the first storm passed to tell me another was heading in our direction. As a small boy; I called him my little weatherman. He has always been fascinated with the weather, particularly storms. At 22 years old, I thought it was sweet that he called to check on me and his sister. But don't tell him I said that! Because it might mess with his 'billy bad butt' police image.