Last of Shep’s ham lightning story
Ever since that time, on hot quiet July nights, when those faint flickers of lightning play among the cumulonimbus—yes—I realize there’s a hell of a lot out there to be scared of, kid. A lot out there. There are evil, dangerous forces.
And so, tonight, we must salute an old man named Sullivan, the only guy who’s ever been hit four times by lightning and survived. He knows something’s after him. He knows it’s big, too. And he knows it can strike at any moment. Sullivan, I know just what you feel like.
And by the way, my mother, to this day, believes it was the power supply that caused the disaster, and that she always knew I’d get a shock. And I sure did.
Once Morse code gets hold of your soul, buddy,
it gets ahold of your soul and gnaws at it
and never lets go.