After my house was hit by a bolt & lightning & my modem was fried to a crisp I thought everything that could happen did. WRONG!!! The next day in the office I had to interview a paranoid schizophrenic skinhead who asked if he could kiss my ring. Rather than telling him where I would rather have him kiss me, I gave in. He then decarled me his leader & swore to follow me anywhere I went. Thank goodness for straightjackets, handcuffs & Haldol injections! Nothing much happened later that day. Our trusty National Weather Service predicted a tropical "disturbance" south of Cuba which wouldn't pose too much of a threat to south Florida. WRONG! Hurricane Irene hit, dumping 12 inches of rain, flooding streets, knocking out power & causing all sorts of havoc. Survived with a few downed tree limbs, a flooded pool & some melted frozen ice cream in the freezer. All is safe & sound & the sun is shinning. Dolphins won & covered the spread, Yankees likely to take their third game with "El Duque" on the mound, & both the Heat & Panthers on a roll. Life back to normal. Anything interesting happen to anybody else while I was gone?