Senior Moments: A twister gets too close for comfort

“Get in the closet now!” Sara screamed at me, “We just got a tornado alert.”

I was resting in bed recovering from a bad cold when she burst into my bedroom. I didn’t even grasp what she was saying until she handed me my cane and ushered me into my long narrow walk-in closet.

“Wait, you’ll need a chair,” she said dragging one across the room. “We may be in here for a while,” She sat me in the chair closest to the closet door and huddled on the floor next to my favorite pair of high...