nostr:nprofile1qy2hwumn8ghj7un9d3shjtnddaehgu3wwp6kyqpqxwz72agxmrh3q2d7rsrckjqzydryeumqxrtswjfv78v79yhp2gzqak20qw One of the few times I ever saw my Dad, an ex-logger and forester, nervous in the woods was during a windstorm. He had seen a guy hit by a widow maker one time.