Right,Spaw, and what good is life if not lived with relish? I think that's the moral here. At one point during the storm experience that I described above, my friend Keith Schanen remarked "Damn but I wish I was watching this on TV!" And we all laughed. Bottom line is, sometimes it takes a dose of death to make you appreciate life, an appreciation you can never glean from being an observer of extreme experience. And sometimes I fear that we are becoming a nation of voyeurs, experiencing life second-hand from the couch, insulated by a layer of beer, taco chips, and the remote control. Maybe some examples of extreme or violent behavior are spawned by this insulation from essential experience, and the desire to shatter it at all costs? A thought.