On waking up in a FEMA disaster zone: Reflections in the wake of Hurricane Helene
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Wednesday, Sept. 27 was a bit misty. I knew rain was predicted for later in the day and the rest of the week, so in the morning, I took the dog for a walk at the local greenway. It was pretty and the leaves were just beginning to turn. The rain was soft and despite the damp in the air, my dog and I enjoyed the walk. Later in the day, the rains turned heavy, but Wednesday morning, the rain was a soft patter - no cause for alarm until later in the day. Wednesday, Sept. 25 – the calm before Helene Perhaps the tornado that touched down later that afternoon in a nearby town should have been more alarming sign of the devastation to come. But I grew up in tornado territory in Illinois, and though tornadoes are extremely rare in the Southern Appalachians, THIS tornado was small and did n...