Last night we had a horrendously loud and close thunderstorm and I remembered what else happened in the Summer of ’77. I got struck by lightening. I’ve carried a charge ever since. I used to love thunderstorms but not after that. Ali likes to tease and ask me to go look out and see if it’s raining. She thinks I’m a spoilsport when I make her turn of the TV because of the cable in a thunderstorm. But gee, if you aren’t supposed to be on the phone you probably shouldn’t have the cable on either. It struck something because we heard it and then we heard the sirens. Exciting night.