Wednesday, April 06, 2005
"Dorothy, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
I was pulling into my driveway, I open my garage door; and as I'm pulling in, it sounds like the garage door is falling off. There is a sound of twisting metal. We look behind us, and see our neighbors shed building has been picked up by the howling wind and is rolling across his yard toward my driveway and my truck. I race over to my truck and shield it away from it as it rolls by. It ends up here in my yard.
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