Those of us living in St Louis have a more nuanced view of tornadoes than those who only know them from the opening scenes of the Wizard of Oz. When St Louisans hear that one’s coming, we don’t immediately scramble to get home to Auntie Em, hop through a cellar door, then wait in the dark with canned fruit and sacks of potatoes until you can go outside without a house dropping on your head.

No, upon learning there’s a tornado on the way, we sophisticated St Louisans spend the first few minutes arguing, Read full Blog