The backstory: Growing up in California, my awareness of electric storms was pretty minimal. As it turns out, it really doesn’t ever rain in California and it wasn’t until I moved to Tennessee that I learned the basic rules of thunder and lightening. I next made my home in Nebraska, smack dab in the middle of tornado alley, and the rules of storms get meaning real quick in a place like that. New Jersey has electrical storms, but not as often as Tennessee and Nebraska. My prairie-born boy hasn’t been paying attention to the rules, as T and I learned on Saturday evening, when he came in from the outdoors and made an announcement.
JT: There is a storm outside.
Me: It does look rather ominous.
JT and and T then looked out the windows at the darkening skies.
JT: I think that there was thunder or lightening. Whichever one is silent; I saw that a few times.
Me: Well, that’s the one that should bring you inside son, so good call on that.
Then T explained to him that electric storms should bring a boy inside and tornado warnings should get him to the basement. And T and I congratulated ourselves on keeping him alive this long.