This time the skies lashed out with a brief but ferocious hailstorm that shattered windows and crushed backyard grills and destroyed God knows what else. Afterwards Southern Man picked up aggregate hailstones that were - he kids you not - the size of grapefruit, that crumbled into handfuls of solid golfball-sized chucks. Thankfully, Southern Man lost no glass - lots of fresh dimples in vehicle sheet metal and lots of shingles gone from The Barn, which is scheduled for a re-roof anyway - but many windows in his apartment complex were shattered and several friends lost windshields - including Southern Man's ex, whose little Neon looks like someone went over it with a sledgehammer.