Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Fright'ning Lightning! Stormin' Norma Stampedes!
As most of the world knows, we Californians have suffered a drought of eight or only four years, depending on whether you are trying to sell overbuilt housing tracts here since boards of supervisors have worn (from well-paid overuse) the "Okeydokeys" off their rubber stamps.
Norma and I live in a crazy old farmhouse --given another 35 years or so, we'll have it fixed-- and if we see weather instead of a sky full of nothing, we get excited. So when we heard thunder this afternoon instead of a deafening paucity of anything meteorological, she dashed out to record it.
After gardening over 30 years and having to hit the ground with ears ringing several times, I felt compelled to warn her not to go too far. She went out two or three hundred feet. Turn up the volume and observe:
By my calculation, according to the video time-count, Norma ran the hundred-yard dash in slightly under four seconds. I was impressed. When she decided to become a photographer and grandmother, American football lost a champion running back.