If she sounded as if she was in shock earlier, soon she manages a kind of joke and a dry laugh. And now my home has crashed. Up and down the streets around Baughman, you see devastation. Utility poles snapped like twigs. Some houses in ruins, others badly damaged but upright, some not too battered at all.
Residents sift through ruins, clean up, do repairs or just sit and wait for insurance agents.
One young woman, out in a yard in front of a smashed-up home, lobs a Wiffleball to a little boy, who swings mightily, misses and they laugh. The rain stops, midday. Power saws roar. An injured dog hobbles with great difficulty up onto the front porch of a house that's torn apart. Evelyn Headings says her cat knew something bad was coming Monday evening.