A Night Unremembered
13 years ago
Monday, May 23, 2016
One Wonders
I have a lot of thoughts about politics these days. But I shall not bore you with them... it's enough that Faye is sick of politics right now.
I was thinking about the little things that irk us every day. Why, you ask? Because we are in that period of the year, here in Paradise, when we get thunderstorms each day around 4-5 PM. Personally, I like thunderstorms.
When I was 7 years old and at camp in Massachusetts, we had a big storm roll through and the wind and rain was terrible. I had to help hold the tent flaps together (we were housed in groups of 10 in tents that were on wood platforms) as the storm was whipping things around. At one point, the rain was getting in under the sides and the floor was pretty wet. Anyway, there I was... trying to hold the main flaps together when I was almost knocked off my feet when lightning struck nearby. I learned later that the pine tree about twenty feet away was struck and that a counselor was within 10 feet of it when it happened. He survived (as did I) but was injured (I wasn't injured at all but my feet tingled for some time).
One might think I would be nervous around after that experience but I am not. In fact, I enjoy the buildup to a storm... the smell of ozone in the air, the distant rumbling, the excitement that builds.
Weird, huh?
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Maybe the fear is not knowing what would happen if you were struck and after your experience you have a good idea.
I'd have likely been dead and, therefore, would have no ideas, Barbara, but I understand the comment. That bolt killed that tree and probably have killed the counselor had he been closer to it.
All that's missing a good slasher movie.
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