For Father's Day we opened and closed Service at church with Cats in the Cradle. We sang it like telling a story, and I have to say "holding it together" was very difficult. My voice broke more than once.

"He'd grown up just like me!"

We slowed down and lingered on that, almost into eternity. Then the final chorus began very deliberately, but quickly returned to that poignant moment where at the end we did linger into eternity. People were moved. It was a special message, for dads to be dads, make time for your kids, and it's never too late.

We had a MAGA family, who come sporadically. They were late fot the prelude and missed it entirely. They left right after service, so didn't hear it as the postlude.

During service they were the rudest, most ill behaved people. The kids did anything they wanted, and the parents did nothing. Kids were running around! Mom went out and came back in several times. I have no idea why. It was not to control the kids. One toddler and three teens. During prayer and praise they asked for prayer for an older daughter who was in a city where protests were big, and they feared for her safety from those protesters. Sorry folks, but protesters aren't the demography you need to fear.

Had they been there for the song, not only would they have ruined it for themselves, they would have wrecked it for everybody else. It was a case example for our other MAGAs in church, whom we moved to tears, and closer to each other, us, and God. Funny what happens when you just get out of the way and let God do His thing.

So at league tonight, sky looked ominous. A nasty rear flank downdraft had formed on a large thunderstorm when I went in. When we got our lane assignments, we were on 5-6 near the door. I'd been waiting dorn on 19-20. I thought we'd be down there.

I needed to take an aspirin for my knees before league commenced, and I had a few pills in my jacket pocket in the car. Went out to see this over the building.



Wall cloud, big rotation, very large hail core. It was extremely warm and humid. Very high dew point. I wanted to stay out there and watch it develop, but league was about to begin. A few minutes after bowling began, the din from baseball size hail on the roof suspended play for a few minutes. I expected a tornado, given the ominous green in the wall cloud. The screens went to a special weather alert, with a severe thundrerstorm warning and tornado warning for a few minutes. People crowded at the door, watching the huge hail.

My car has a new set of dimples, but the windshield and windows were not taken out. Others were not so lucky. One hailstone did destroy one of my windshield wipers.

We bowled STFU Donny, and I had my best series ever. 288, 290 and 254 for an 832.

This was a day.