I am thankful that I still have clean boxer-briefs!!
The rain had just passed, and I thought I was home free, to go busting out the door. I was about 25 feet away from the door when a nice forking strike hit, and STAYED on the ground for a second.
I jumped like one of those Lions in the old Tarzan movies when they were shot, and made a BEELINE for the door.
One time, I was standing beside of my G-ma on her porch, when a strike hit about 45 yards away, right in front of us, out of a reasonably clear sky.
Another time their phone was knocked across the room and their outside box was blown across the yard, by a rogue strike.
I don't f*@k around with Lightning!!!!!!
I heard that. Boy does that bring back memories. One summer I was at my aunt and uncle's house in Somerset, Kentucky. There was a terrible storm. My cousin Danny, 4 years older than me, was telling me all kinds of stories about when he used to sleep walk and one time getting caught out in a storm. In the midst of this conversation there was lightening strike that lit the telephone up in the front room. I have never heard anybody else tell a similar story. It sounds so bizarre I have occasionally wondered if I imagined it, but I know I didn't, and it left me with a very healthy respect for lightening, not to mention that to this day I will not talk on the phone during a storm. Yeah, I know it's a bad idea anyway, but I was hardheaded and had to learn things first hand.
That doesn't seem to be mutual...