Twister

A fortnightly rant, FL-S style:

The category F2 tornado that tore a four-mile by 150-foot swath from the England Run North subdivision to the area just south of Stafford Regional Airport may well be remembered as one of the top regional news stories of 2008. But for many of us, this storm was personal.

I worship with not one, but two families that sustained considerable damage to home and property - not just the dwellings, but automobiles, too. My thoughts and prayers remain with them.

Twisters are random in execution, cruelly efficient, and totally ironic. Consider the new homeowners whose corner-lot home is shown in yesterday’s post. They had just moved in. Their sod lawn, still bright green and weed-free, had just been installed.

If there is good news, it is that homes and automobiles can be repaired, and so too can the lives of those displaced by this meteorological monster.

But what of the metaphorical twister that is the 2008 presidential race?

Will longtime friends and activists, torn apart by a prolonged and at times painful presidential primary season, be singing koombaya in the fall?  To that, I say time heals.

Like the families tossed up by the F2 menace, I believe we’ll all (okay, maybe not all, but 98 percent of us) be on the same page by the November election.

Six months in politics?  An eternity.