I don’t know. I don’t think I want to see fireballs or the likes in the daytime sky. I’m not limber enough anymore to be able to kiss my ass goodbye.
Rain of Iron and IceOn November 27,1919, a meteorite fell into Lake Michigan near the Michigan shore. "Residents of Battle Creek, Kalamazoo, South Bend, Grand Haven, and other Western Michigan cities fled from their homes in panic, fearing an earthquake. Houses were shaken, the country was illuminated as by a bright sun's rays, so all-enveloping it was impossible to tell from which direction the flare came, the earth trembled for half a moment and then came a deep prolonged rumbling as of a terrific explosion." (p 159)
by John S. Lewis
“I dont think I want to see fireballs or the likes in the daytime sky.” Vigorous concurral.