"Peaing" in Andersonville

Tonight, for the first time, it hailed in Andersonville. Perhaps it has before, but not in the two years we've lived here. So there I stood, staring out into the backyard, as the pea-sized pellets fell from the sky. "Just like back home in Kansas," I thought. But this time, we weren't scared of a tornado sweeping us away and dumping us on a wicked witch.