Sometimes we just need to shut our mouths, stand back, and watch. I’ve been driven to that many times while watching storms—one 30 years ago rushing out of the north at my little house in north-central Michigan, one 25 years ago over the New Mexico desert with a train in the foreground and glowing red-rock cliffs beyond it, several in the 1980s and early 1990s closing in on my little house in northwest Arkansas perilously close to Tornado Alley, many in the 1990s bearing down on my old house … [Read more...]