I wondered if someone might ask about that. Jill was delivering her wonderful presentation when the report from the first "round" boomed. I instinctively wanted to get small not being able to identify the direction from whence it came.
Turns out as we were in Bill's garage detached garage, you know, the one with the metal roof, the one under the tree with the softball size nuts....
Every time the breeze blew a bit, one of the bombs would descend to the roof and "BOOM!"![]()





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