Action on Davidson Ave.

On Monday night, about 20 nights after we got home from the cottage, a big wind and rain storm rolled in. I was just heading up stairs, and I heard this big crash. I went back down to investigate the situation, and I had a vase with some bamboo, water and stones in it. I guess with one of the big gusts of wind, it must have knocked it off the windowsill.
About 1 minute after that, the phone rang and it was the little blonde girl across the road asking if they could come over to our house because one of the trees on their lot had split in half, and half was still standing, and the other half had fallen on Mrs. Mahnke's driveway across the road from us. They wanted to come over just incase the other half of the tree decided to come down, and land on their house. We had no idea that it had even happened. We had not heard anything. I guess it must have happened the same time that the vase fell of the kitchen window sill.
I looked out the kitchen door, and here is Harrison, in a pair of white boxers (did he not know that you are not to wear white in the rain) carrying Griffy in his arms, holding a wind breaker over his head. Two steps in front of him was Jill, soaking wet. They must have been in one heck of a hurry to get over to our house, because neither of them even took time to put a pair of shoes on.
We called Mrs. Mahnke to she if she was ok (she is quite an elderly lady, whom I think has Alzheimer's) and then we called her grandson to tell him that he should probably come up and check everything out.
After they made sure that she/everything was OK, her daughter come over to thank us for called and told us that she had already taken her perkedin for the night, and was just heading to bed. She could have cared less as to what was laying across the front of her house!!!
I bet the next morning when she woke up, and was in the right state of mind after all the drugs had worn off, she didn't feel the same way!!!:)