Gramps loved a good lightning storm. I could never relate too that to that Gramps, but at times, at the cottage, he’s sitting out in the enclosed porch with a drink an insane storm going on. Heavy lightning. Crack, Crack, lights, lights, constantly all over. Forest. Bolts that lasted for 5 seconds. I would go out there a kid, sit down, bugging him talking, you like the lightning? Oh yeah? Why? Examining him, and he be like “don’t talk. Just sit there”. He didn’t kick me out, he didn’t say f*** off, but it was like he’s in a trance.