The Winds May Blow So Hearts Can Grow, by St. Funogas
Some of the recent rough weather in March spawned a lot of high winds and tornadoes. After seeing some of the stories in the media, a buddy and I decided to pack up our chain saws and take a little road trip. It was o’ dark thirty and we were in pretty jolly spirits as we pulled out of the driveway. We were drinking coffee from thermoses like the coffee gods intended, not from those newfangled insulated travel mugs. Spring was springing, the pastures were greening up, the peach trees were just starting to flower, and the bees were so …