Windy day that Tax Day! As the country blew in a slew of 'tea party' protests, the Plains were battered and pressed with strong winds that made driving, or work out in the open, a nightmare. It was no surprise that the rotting trees on Shel's front lawn would surrender thier stoic death, by collapsing with a crack, like lightning, and a smashing thud and shower of popping sticks.
Whew! The rages of the wind tore half the tree down opposite of where the kids had parked thier cars. Now there are only 5 more stoic deaths to worry about.
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