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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports the keeper and Phyllis puzzling over the reason behind the baseball-sized hail that pounded down at various locations late Tuesday.
With most weather phenomenon there is an easily assumed logic as to its benefits—rain and sunshine to make everything grow, wind to spread the pollen and exercise the trees, clouds to keep a burning sun off tender seedlings and on and on.
Whatever the weather there is a path to reasoning its utility: except for hail, especially hail that pounds down the size of golf balls and even baseballs, destroying crops, denting vehicles and roofs and putting on a riotous sideshow her but not there.
The keeper remembers as a boy standing with farmer neighbors around Orville Johnson’s corn field that had just been totally destroyed by hail stones that fell on the Johnson farm but not on those of next-door neighbors.
So, what is to be done about the rouge weather phenomenon of hail? While the case could be made that hail and its radical mayhem fits in with the current policy making procedures of Donald and Pete, a damn good hailstorm over the White House might be worth trying.
In the meantime, Madison area photographers had a “hail of a day!”
