This one is goofy, but out back we have the remnants of one of those kids' wood play forts. It came with the house, but was way too old to let kids on (even if we had any). So I cut most of it away, leaving a good framework to convert into a gazebo or similar structure. Anyways, I still have this 2x6 board, about five feet long. Just left over, couldn't nail it anywhere that really made a difference. So here's the thing: Charley comes along, and this board is one of the things I put in the garage. Later, I put it back out on the gazebo, sitting kitty-corner where two of the side boards would hold it as sort of a diagonal bench seat. Here comes Frances, and back inside goes the board. We return to find house okay, so out goes the board (same location). HERE COMES IVAN. You know the drill. So I start calling this thing the "hurricane board" as if it is somehow attracting them. After Ivan passed, I said "Eh, so much for superstition or whatever" as I put the board back out. Enter Jeanne, which does come right by us. Maybe I should put this board on eBay or something

. Anyways, this gazebo thing has a chunk of roofing shingle flung by Charley still embedded in one of the posts. It stayed put through Frances and Jeanne. Now, after the scare of Dennis, I'm taking that board and dumping it somewhere - hopefully ending its' reign of calamity!
