The very first week we moved to New York, our son Dylan came running into our new house and told us he'd almost been hit by a tree. We scoffed. HAHAHAHAHA. Because we were scoffing parents. And besides trees don't hit people. People hit trees. Just ask my new BFF at Liberty Park who was engaged in peacock avoidance maneuvers.
Anyway. When we went outside later we discovered that a tree the size of Jack's beanstalk had fallen across the street and up the entire length of our driveway, taking down power lines with it. So yes. Apparently our son had told us the truth.
I bring this up because today Nancy told me on our walk that she'd seen with her own two eyes (both of which work) where a tree had crushed a car in the parking lot at the State Capitol yesterday during a microburst. Of all the things you think might happen to your car during the course of a day, getting crushed by a tree at the State Capitol isn't necessarily one of them.
Which leads me to this: when you're a kid and doing class reports, the teachers are TREES ARE AWESOME! Trees make leaves which make air. Or something like that. Anyway, TREES ARE OUR FRIENDS!
Except in Babes in Toyland, of course. Or when they're falling on top of kids and cars.