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.
When I was seven years old, I went to summer camp on the Gulf coast. One day a water spout formed in the Gulf and headed straight for us watching in camp.
I freaked out! The councilor standing next to me said something to the effect that I didn't need to worry, "They rarely come on land." Obviously, that wasn't a calming influence on me but true to his word, it dissipated before it would have made landfall.
I saw one when I was on a fishing boat off Lauderdale and had the same reaction.
But the captain said the same thing, and it was gone within ten minutes.
While we were RV camping on Cudjo Island in Florida last Christmas, we had a waterspout pass over us in the middle of the night. Cudjo is a very small island, so it didn't have time to develop into a full-blown tornado before it went back out to sea, and it probably took only a minute or two to pass over, but it was scary as hell. One end of our RV started to lift up before it was gone. It blew out some windows in nearby houses, and it swept all the campground's pool chairs out to sea.