I live in central Alabama, about 10 miles from a little town just north of the capital. We got a tornado warning on our phones, so we turned on the TV to see where it was. We found out it was to the west of us and would not hit us, but was threatening to hit the town to our west. We continued to watch the weatherman and they had a camera either up on the ridgeline or on the hotel that caught shaky, grainy video of the tornado as it roared by. It hit the downtown area. The area around the First Baptist and First Presbyterian Churches were heavily damaged. FBC was badly damaged and the 170 year old Presbyterian Church was completely destroyed. It was such a beautiful building that can never be replaced. A good many houses were destroyed, including one near and dear to me. In 2010, we celebrated the 90th birthday of Mr. Sanford, the subject of my book published 2012, at the home of a close husband and wife friend of his. It was a joyous affair at a beautiful home that is now gone. The tornado crossed the river and damaged more buildings and houses in the downtown area, but not as badly as those west of the river. The tornado started so quickly people did not have time to get out of their vehicles, which were tossed around and otherwise damaged. No fatalities reported yet, but rescue people have not searched every structure yet. I'm hoping they come up empty-handed. Mid-60s today, 20s tomorrow. The leading edge of the front has (literally) blown through and the sun is shining.