Paul Kepka was working over by Brewster when the storm hit.
He and his co-workers heard the news: A tornado had touched down six miles west of Worthington.
“That’ll probably be my place,” Kepka said, jokingly.
When he got home later that night, he was met by the mailman.
“Why is your dad’s combine sitting out?” The mailman asked.
Kepka didn’t know. He thought maybe his dad came and took it out of the shed for some reason.
Turns out, he was half right.
The combine wasn’t in the shed anymore.
Because there was no shed anymore.
A tin machine shed had been picked up and thrown.
The machines in the shed — including the combine — were in better shape than the three trucks sitting a 30 feet behind the shed.
Because now, the shed was sitting directly on those trucks.
Pieces of tin were spread across the farm, which sits approximately six miles west of Worthington.
The pieces are mangled as if they were nothing more than pieces of paper.
The wooded frame was shattered, with splinters of wood lying across the lawn and into the adjacent field.
A piece of wood penetrated the windshield of one of the trucks. Another windshield lay on the ground after the cab of the truck was crushed
under the weight of the tin and wood.
It looked like a disaster zone.
Because, in part, it was.
“I had been thinking about building a new shed for years,” Kepka told me, surrounded by his neighbors.
He didn’t want to be forced to build one, and certainly not because of this kind of destruction.
But by late Friday night, Kepka was over the shock and ready to move on.
Because on Saturday, the clean-up begins.