Let me be perfectly clear. I’m lucky I live in SE Iowa. Out of range.
Yes, it was black out. Yes, I watched as the wooden chair tipped over and was pushed across the deck. Then another chair twisted in the wind as it toppled over. The glass-topped patio table danced three feet across the deck. I watched the plants in pots in plant stands topple over. Living green leaves attached to skinny branches were driven into the ground like darts and soon dotted every square foot of the yard. Dead branches looked like Tinker toys as they fell from the trees.
Loss of electricity, no.
Damage to homes, no.
Our area was lucky.
Others not so much.
A derecho hit Iowa last week.
A tornado with category two hurricane force winds.
Folks now living in tents. No electricity. No food. No water. No showers. No internet. No phones. No air conditioning. No fans. No light. No electricity. No viable homes.
Day 6 . . . 90,000 without power.
Day 7 . . . 63,000 without power.
Day 8 . . . over 30,000 without power.
- Linemen working night and day.
- Debris that must be removed.
- Crews from as far as Canada are on the ground providing assistance.
And yet many are existing in tents. 20,000 fed, Covid-safely, yesterday.
3,600 seconds later . . .
Early estimate: 10,000,000 acres of crops look like this. Ten million acres.
2020 . . . the year that just keeps giving . . .
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