Yesterday, I drove up to the north part of Minneapolis to visit some friends whose house got hit by the tornado over the weekend. You could tell they’d already done a lot of cleaning up because there was a huge pile of branches and random pieces of trash at the edge of the road where the city will eventually pick it up.
I’ve had very limited experience when it comes to natural disasters, so what I saw was… wow. I can only imagine what it was like for people who’d been living there for years. I was driving down the street toward their house and about a block north, everything looked fine. I mean fine. There were a couple pieces of junk that had been scattered around—probably blown there from someplace else—but the trees still had leaves on them. Hell, they still had branches on them. Not so much when I got to the Porter house. Continue reading “Don’t expect to get much spare change there for a while.”
