It's random and electric, and we are forever drawn to its deadly charm.
Floyd Woods, a retired truck driver from Ardbeg, Ontario, was twelve
years old in 1943 when his house was hit. The strike shot through the
radio antenna, exploded in the living room intoa blue fireball that
roared down the hall, lifting up the linoleum runner by the tacks,
ripping the nails out of the floor, splintering the house walls as
fine as kindling before it ran off over the bedrock outside and died.
Woods' guitar was hanging on the wall over his bed. Sixty-five years
later, he still shakes his head: "That strike burned the guitar
strings off, bing, bing, bing, threw me right out of bed and across
the room so I ached for a month. Nothin' will move you faster than
lightning. Nothin'."
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