When a small town's name is plastered across the national news, it's very rarely because anything good happened there. My hometown has had that dubious distinction four times during my life. The town was wrecked by Hurricane Eloise in 1975, then again by Opal, almost exactly 20 years later. In between, a media circus sprung up when a junk shop owner named Wayne O'Ferrell was investigated by the FBI for allegedly mailing a fatal bomb to a federal judge (that one turned out to be a wild-goose chase; the actual bomber wound up being from Minnesota. O'Ferrell wasn't sharp enough to mail in his power bill two out of three months, much less build a mail bomb).
The fourth time was yesterday. Read Will's post for his thoughts on the tragedy in his home town.