The wind began to switch, the house to pitch
And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch
Just then the witch, to satisfy an itch
Went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch.
— Wizard of Oz

First the outdoor sirens wailed and then our phones began to scream. Dueling storm alarms. Checking my weather radar app, yep, we were dead center in the middle of a red box, a tornado box. Turned the TV on and tuned in Scott and Lance, the dancing KSDK weathermen. Both standing in front of their matching green screens, ready to gesticulate wildly at the approaching storm. Long story short. There was a tornado. It wasn’t much and it didn’t last long. Those of us in the path of this phantom tornado were not even advised to go to the basement. For this event, our safe space extended to the couch in front of the television.

Never mind that this storm’s track was following the same path as last year’s real and devastating tornado of less than a year ago. The evening news time arrived, and the anchor and his trusty sports boy were chaffing to begin. So, Scott and Lance packed in their green screens and slunk back into their regular time slot. Don’t worry folks, it is still only April. There is still time left for more.