By Molly MacDonald

Remember the tornado watch a week or so ago? Well, I dutifully grabbed flashlight, battery-powered radio, cell phone, wallet (so if everything blew away, I could still buy chocolate) and headed down to our not-state-of-the-art basement. Seamus, my adopted German Shepherd, followed, also dutifully. Seamus is terrified of storms (and train whistles and other loud noises) so for an hour I hugged him and assured him all was well.