This is for Tabby, who got me into it—and then bailed me out of it.

News item from the Westover (Me.) weekly Enterprise, August 19, 1966: RAIN OF STONES REPORTED

Sometimes, like now, the ivy looked like a grotesque giant hand ridged with great veins which had sprung up out of the ground to grip the building. She approached it with dragging feet.

I bet she'll be a worldbeeter someday. All my love, Melia