copied and pasted here from his Face-book page -
""Oh, no!" Never in his life had he seen anything like it. How anyone could have survived he did not know. He could only hope that somewhere amid the overwhelming destruction he would find his 16-year-old son. Only the slim hope of finding Billy kept him from turning and fleeing the scene. Walking was virtually impossible with so many things strewn across his path. He moved ahead slowly. "Billy! Billy!" he whispered to himself. He tripped and almost fell several times. He heard someone, or something, move. Perhaps, he was just hoping he did. He shook his head and felt his gut tighten. There was some light but not enough to see very much. Something cold and wet brushed against his hand. He jerked it away. In desperation, cried out, "Billy!" From a nearby pile of unidentified material. "Yes, Dad," he said, in a voice so weak it could hardly be heard."It's time to get up and get ready for school," the man sighed, "and, for heaven's sake, clean up this room!"