06-05-2015, 10:00 PM
Staying with Grandpa and Grandma one night in the early eighties. Grandpa went uptown to the tavern to have a drink and wait for our pizza to be made. Grandma and I heard the loudest of roars, then looked out the window and couldn't see anything. Quickly figuring out the situation, we headed to the basement. As we were headed down the stairwell, I looked over to the bedroom and watched a 2X4 go through one wall and out the other. We were lucky, because every single house around us was completely destroyed, but Grandma's house sustained minimal damage. Tornados are strange as Hell. Grandpa drove home, not knowing what had happened, because all they had were strong winds at the bar. He went into shock, and had to be taken to the hospital, amongst all of the chaos.
