After not getting any preventive maintenance for, maybe 75 years or so, I recently started a restoration job on one of my old barns. This building was not one of your glorious mid-west or northeast barns, just a plain 25’ x 50’ pole building that at one time had board & batten siding and a corrugated tin roof. The battens are pretty much gone now, as are most of the supporting devices, cedar stumps. So, after coming up with a plan of one man action, I went to work on it a couple of weeks ago. Had my generator out there along with a nail gun and compressor, circular saw and 5’ stepladder. There were a few other hand tools, 4 newly purchased 4”x6” 10’ treated timbers and 2 new sawhorses. I came home after a bad windstorm last week and the barn had collapsed, burying all those tools. It was frustrating to lose the old thing just when I was trying to save it. The next day I was able to retrieve my power saw and one glove, but I had other things that needed tending to. Many trees were down including several leaning on the house. Today I finally revisited the barn wreckage and as I pulled some siding away I had to laugh. The only thing I had really gotten done out there two weeks ago was to add some blocking between joists. I was pretty proud of this beginning because I was doing it with old barn wood and you could not tell it wasn’t original work. Today, when I uncovered my most expensive tools, the Honda generator and the air compressor, I found that they were both slightly crushed, under the bracing I had added. Irony on irony. In the context of what has happened to many people in tornados, this is all so insignificant.