There Was a Tornado

A story from growing up.

I am working on my book today, so here's an example of a chapter in process. I know, a book, from a guy who writes this much anyway? Yes, that's what's happening in the background. This is a story. It's true. The book is non-fiction and an autobiography. Buckle up people. It's gonna be exciting. In theory.

“It’ll be fine,” said my mother after I asked her to turn down the radio in the car.

We had just heard the news that a tornado was coming. Like, coming to where we were. Morris, Connecticut is a very small town. It’s basically a four-way intersection with a pizza place, and that’s about it. Driving from Litchfield, where I grew up, to the bustling metropolis of Watertown, which I call a bustling metropolis because it had both a Marshalls and a Stop & Shop, would take you through Morris. We were driving, in a green Subaru outback, the official car of people who have to drive in the snow and well-marketed segmented lesbian couples.

“A tornado?”

My experience with tornadoes was limite…