ROGER SIMON: Sleepless in Nashville.

I went back to the bed and lay there, my mind racing. Should we go to the safe room? How bad was the Coronavirus? Who was going to win Super Tuesday? Would there be an Olympics in Tokyo? Could Sanders beat Trump? On and on and back again.

Sometimes I slept, mostly I didn’t. Sleepless in Seattle, I thought? No, sleepless in Nashville. And then I fell asleep.

I awoke with dim light filtering through the window, my hand still clutching the iPhone. I looked down at it. The screen was dominated by an image that looked like a battlefield in World War I.

But it wasn’t a war. It was Nashville. The tornado had hit.

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