This picture is of Fairdale after the tornado, and as the crow flies this was about two and a half miles from my house.
The following is a story my dad was told this morning, so read if you wish. It's gnarly.
This morning while at the school getting ready to get bused to Fairdale to help with the cleanup, my dad ran into the mother of a kid I used to go to high school with (he rode at my house all the time when we were little and he's an awesome kid) and they live on Route 72 in Fairdale, though the house is roughly 200 feet from the road surface itself. When the tornado was approaching, the mother, the kid my age, and her younger son, who is 7 or 8 years old, were huddled up in the bathtub to take cover, since they don't have a basement. From what the mom said, she heard a loud noise, then saw the house starting to go away around them. The loud noise got even louder and the next thing she said she could remember was sitting on the ground looking at something yellow, which was odd because they didn't have any yellow flooring in their house. She and the youngest son had ended up on Route 72 in the middle of the road, and the older son was on the other side of 72 somewhere. Thankfully, none of them had serious injuries (none of them broke any bones), although the older son was extremely banged up. Fucking gnarly stuff. I still can't believe I saw it so close, and for awhile the way it was coming towards us I thought we were fucked. It was headed right for my house from what I could see.