Poor Bersa the Versa


Last night’s hail storm in San Antonio was pretty dramatic. Sylvia and I watched in awe as the larger than golf ball sized hail slammed down, driven by the over 70 mile per hour straight-line wind. The noise of it hitting the house was pretty incredible.

When I woke early this morning I noticed the severely cracked windshield on Bersa, Sylvia’s Nissan Versa parked in the driveway in front of our house, and snapped the picture included with this post. Later, when the sun came up, we saw dents all over Bersa’s hood and other body panels. It looked like someone had been pounding on her with a hammer. Darned hail. Poor Bersa. 😦

Sometimes inquiring minds may NOT want to know! :)

I’ve got to admit, when I noticed the following tweet in my timeline, my curiosity was aroused. And I had to ask myself if I really wanted to know the story behind this, or if this was something best left alone.


Over the last few years I’ve started following hockey more closely, and I’ve been more than a little entertained not only by the excitement of the sport itself, but also by the zaniness displayed by some of the characters who play the game. But, pooping in someone’s glove? The tweet links to a full report of what happened.