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To: mph who wrote (3854)	1/12/2001 10:55:36 PM
From: Cheeky Kid	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 4023

Have you not heard the sound of walnut or golf ball size hail pounding the roof, sides, windows & doors of your house? How about while sitting in a car, and watch the windshield get smashed, or rip holes right through the convertible top? Strip all the leaves and bark off trees, golf ball size hail hit your lawn and bounce 6 feet into the air, so much water on the street, they flood because the grates are covered with 12 inches of hail stones. Then and only then can you say you have seen and experienced hail. The stuff you mentioned is only hard water <g> You greenhorn you <g> Now this is Tim Allen's Tool Time size hail: chaseday.com chaseday.com

To: mph who wrote (3854)	1/13/2001 10:36:13 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 4023

and a hail virgin too you don't get around enough mph I was caught in a wild hail storm in Chicago once while walking Michigan Avenue. we ran like hell to our hotel, in awe, laughing, it was so wild. the hail pinged all those tall windowed buildings, making strange noises and accumulating on the side walks. then it turned into an absolute down pour of rain. we flew into the lobby dripping wet, chatting, laughing at our appearance. a poor woman was brought in, shaking, crying, truly unnerved from being caught out in it. the little oyster bar tender called us in and gave us coffees laced with brandy to warm up and gab about our adventure. I think the poor lady was carried up to her room. will you link the picutres here?