A tornado driving through Branson, Missouri tore the roof from Starvin’ Marvin’s restaurant and flung it against the second floor of the building next door, the Caprice Hotel, which at that moment, gloriously if dangerously, lived up to its moniker. Tornadoes practice violent whimsy, ripping apart a street adjacent to one it leaves in peace.
Branson was lucky. No one was killed in the “Live Music Show Capital of the World.” Elsewhere in the region, in Kansas, Kentucky, and Illinois—whipped and capriciously sundered by multiple twisters over the course of the afternoon—people died.
