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My heart goes out to the victims after tornadoes belted through Tennessee Tuesday night. More than 30 people died and hundreds were injured. Tornadoes are something we've gotten used to, living in this part of the country, but unlike the flat Midwest our middle Tennessee terrain is of rolling hills. When tornadoes come through they hop, skip, and jump around, and the path is tough to determine no matter how sophisticated the weather-tracking equipment.

Our family and our neighborhood were fortunate in that we were spared. Our only stressful event of the evening was convincing our teenage daughter to come home early from the basketball game. And for once, I think she was glad she listened to us as she drove home to the sound of tornado sirens. Oddly, this was Super Tuesday but there was nothing "super" about it to those who lost so much in Memphis, Jackson, and in parts of Sumner County.

Reading the newspaper this morning, I was touched by the story of the firefighter who was searching for survivors in a field strewn with dolls and spotted with his flashlight a doll that seemed move. An infant boy was face-down and crying. Miraculously he was unharmed after being tossed the length of a football field. His young mother had just died in the storm, and his grandparents plan to raise him.