We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We were on an Alaska Airlines flight to Seattle 30 years ago when the plane (a 737, I think) was hit by lightning. A blue ball of flame came down the aisle but no injuries. Then the pilot announced that the gear may not be down fully. We did a tower fly by and then landed without trouble.
That's ball lightning. I flew Connies back and forth across the north Atlantic in the '50s, and have no idea how many ball lighting events we had, but it was several. Never any injury or damage, but it shonuff gets your attention. Some claim it can cause injury and damage, but I always figured ball lightning was the scapegoat for something else that happened.
When my Dad managed a large greenhouse in central Indiana in the '30s, the owner bought a brand spanking new Piper Cub for about $1000. Of course, $1000 was about 2/3 of my Dad's annual salary, and we weren't quite poor folks.