ABSTRACT
Few have the privilege of walking among the debris piles in central Texas, and two months later of driving into Cheyenne, Wyoming, to talk with those who confronted a smaller cousin of the monsters that cut a diagonal swath through Wichita Falls. Even fewer could juxtapose these scenes with those I recall from my interviews following Hurricanes Andrew and Iniki and the Northridge earthquake that rocked the Los Angeles area, Hurricanes like Fran and Floyd, and-well, you get the point.
