It is always gratifying/interesting to get feedback. Yesterday this note came from a friend and serves as a final Postscript for Postscript from Ixlia: “From the get go, I thought it was Xenia, OH. Those storms happened in 1974 in the spring and I saw them dropping down out of the sky one after another in a long chain north of where I was attending college. 3 people were killed less than a mile from my parents house and the tornado was headed over the hill toward my parents and then took a right (well, its left), but everyone was in the basement, the whole neighborhood, because we were the only house with a basement. So not only did I enjoy the poem, but I reminded of all of that.”