804 The Thing.


My dad doesn’t tell stories about his childhood very often, but every so often he drops one on us.  Tonight we were talking about another thing that was found to have been damaged by the lightening strike and he dropped on on us.

When he was little they had an old style box phone.  The kind with a hand crank and the microphone on a stalk that protruded from the front.  Just before dinner one evening, as he walked into the kitchen, lightening struck the phone lines and an arc of electricity jumped out of the microphone to the other side of the room.  His father was at the table already and his brother was bringing in dinner, so they all witnessed the event.

that would really have been something to see.