Saturday, the small town of Mapleton, Iowa (and I mean small at 1200 population, although it seemed larger to me as a child when it was just a short drive of about ten or fifteen miles from our farm near the really tiny outpost called Castana) was hit by a tornado that leveled half of the place. Yes, we dodged tornadoes more than once while I was growing up. Happy to be gone from there. Perhaps my strongest memory of Mapleton, other than going there for doctor visits, was when my father bought a new 55 Chevy from Mac’s Chevrolet on Mapleton’s main street.