A thunderstorm is rolling through as I write this. God, how I love a good thunderstorm. My dad used to set up the lawn chairs in the garage and we watched storms run through, counting the seconds between thunder claps and lightning: One Mississippi, two Mississippi…

When I hear the Doobie Brothers’ “Long Train Runnin'”or Mason Williams’ “Classical Gas,” I think of tornadoes. It’s because we listened to the radio during tornado warnings, hightailing it to the basement laundry room.

Better stop now before the power goes out…

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