I've had some tingly close calls at outdoor shows, you know...the kind where the promoter(s) won't call it because they're afraid to risk their investment...like Indy. In a way my job is trouping truck loads of lightning rods from town to town. The one thing that always stands out in my memory is the smell of ozone in the air; just like Christmas morning and the first time that Lionel went around the tracks. I can't begin to tell you how lucky I am that "tingly" is the worst I've ever encountered.
