A fucking tornado! In my area! In the exact area where I have ridden my bicycle up and down 5 million times, where I have jogged, walked, loitered and ran for my life at the time)... and now the remnants of what looks like an attack from Godzilla is what is left!If you do not believe me, here is a link to the local report of this bizarre incident.
My sister is an Earth Science teacher and quite the meteorology buff and she has explained to me the possible combinations of conditions that could cause such a storm but the immovable part of my brain which settles on established truisms (even if they are proven false) tells me that tornados have no place to form and take hold in such a hilly, tree-infested area such as the north shore of Long Island. The pedantic dolt inside of me states that we are impervious to earthquakes (not true at all), volcanoes (not sure about that one, but I would like to look into that) and all sorts of disastrous phenomena that occurs mainly in extremely impoverished regions of India and Sri Lanka. The truth as I see it (externally) is that the weather and natural cataclysmic activity is erratic and quite extreme at times, and seems to occur at a higher frequency than at any other time I can remember in my relatively brief lifetime to date. The reasonable non-doofus voice inside tells me that this is probably coincidental since the internet and all other manner of instant information delivery has made this data readily available to all at the same frequency as the occurrence at any given point on the globe. With that said, I can spare myself and readers of this from a Jimmy3K-annoying screed on the possibility of Al Gore's other invention (besides the internet), Global Warming/Climate Change to be valid.

Fuck all to the above... I have a theory.

This is a result of occultic tampering that occurred in the immediate region, circa 1919 by F.W. Woolworth, founder of the 5 & Dime Retail Chain, an avowed Magus, obsessed with Egyptian Black Magick, time travel and immortality. His house was Winfield, an incredibly detailed marble structure [see top right] which I happen to find absolutely magnificent but there are jaded morons who label the house as a garish monstrosity. Regardless, it is not the type of house to be ambivalent toward, especially anyone with an eye for occult and quasi-Masonic symbolism. Within these grounds, legend has it that Woolworth had constructed a working Black Mirror, which served as a dimensional portal enabling access through holes in the space/time continuum. I do not have the time or definitive knowledge to go into any detail on the exact rituals conducted, but scant sources reveal bloodletting, imprisonment, the Egyptian Book of the Dead and Necromancy, leaving the grounds severely haunted by psychic residue and ghostly static. It seems that the mirror may not have been closed properly and necessary banishing rituals may have been neglected, leaving portals open like this usually fail to protect this dimensional plane from chaotic energy that exists on the fringes of the ordered universe.

As ridiculous as the above pseudo theories sound, one thing I can account for is the eccentric nature of the denizens of the immediate area, having been one myself through my late-childhood through early-adulthood. There is a definite energy in the area, a crackling sensation of something vast and mysterious. I have always found it more grandiose and majestic than creepy and destructive and seem to have more than just a passing connection with the vast wooded expanses there.

Psychic residue first, reported by many and even published in a book by Monica Randall titled Winfield. If you follow the previous link, look at the incredible photos and tell me these do not stir up something...
Jimmy3K can vouch for the mysterious air about the region, the books and accounts all point toward an energy that is apparent, and a violent, raging tornado of vast destruction rips through the area, leveling houses and crushing cars.

I love to think that monsters had something to do with it.