
I can remember as a kid in Texas, riding with my mother in her '79 Pontiac and being scared out of my mind by thunder and lightening. I can remember her trying to reassure me that we were perfectly safe in the Houston traffic. She assured me that the chances of being hit by lightening were less than wining the lottery, that rubber wheels protected the car, that only high places got struck by lightning, and many other comforting facts that I wouldn't learn were completely untrue wives' tales until I was much older.