Lee Burton handles yet another phone call.
He’s calm, polite and efficient.
He makes notes on a yellow legal pad. He’s being asked to coordinate a shot clinic.
His office door opens and another note is shoved at him.
He picks up a large mug of coffee and takes a sip, as he looks around his small office inside the Crittenden Fire House.
It’s been a long two days, but the dark shadows under his eyes are the only signs he’s not slept since a tornado ripped through his town.