I'm south of Albany right now, visiting my old school buddy Paul. He had an interesting night when the remnants of Hurricain Ike blew overhead on the way to Canada. Paul lives in a lovely old Victorian estate, with a 150 year old maple next to the house. The maple survived the storm, but one of its branches was blowing vigorously enought that it smacked one of the house's chimneys, and broke off the top foot! He woke up to the sound of the ceramic inner flue shattering, followed shortly by a pile of bricks hitting the ground. Fortunatly, the debris fell away from the house instead of landing on the roof.

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