It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
Sitting on the porch, watching the rain.
Me: 'Don't touch the tripod. There's lightning out there.'
Elektra: 'It's okay. The tripod has rubber feet.'
Me: 'All the rain seems to be over by Hoggetts'.'
While I was making a spooky video, the Hoggetts were recovering from a late-afternoon shock: a tornado had made its way up the gravel road from the cemetery. They dove for the cellar, taking all the cats and dogs with them. The tornado, miraculously, split in two and went around the farm. It was quite an experience.
Click here for the video, or watch the embedded version in your Pliny-skin page.