When my dad was stationed in Saigon during the Vietnam War, the rest of us lived in the Oklahoma City suburb of Warr Acres. It wasn’t far from where my grandparents lived.
Living in Oklahoma had me looking over my shoulder every time a storm came through. I had seen The Wizard of Oz every year on television, so I knew about tornadoes, right? Funny thing was, in that year there was only one time when a weatherman said there might be a tornado. Never saw one, and never saw a witch on a bicycle, for which I was duly thankful.