"A-aw that's nothin," cried Riley, "next to dodgin tornadoes all day! You boys want real electricity, git on out to Oklahoma sometime, get a treat for your ears into the bargain that will sure's hell drownd out any strange voices in your neighborhood."
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Riley easily counters Chick's boring story about static electricity with the suggestion that the Bindlestiffs dodge tornadoes on the daily. I suppose the "real electricity" Riley's talking about here are severe lightning storms like you get in the plains states. That's why the "treat for your ears" addition to the experience, being that Chick would be surrounded by thunder and lightning. Why he's suggesting Chick needs the "strange voices" drowned out when Riley, so far, is the only one admitting to hearing them, I can't say. I suppose I'd have to be a psychologist to understand his projection of an event he's probably been teased or derided about confessing to other aeronauts.
My favorite part of living in Lincoln, Nebraska, for the two short years I was there were the summer lightning storms. Those and the fireflies almost made the humidity worth it. I say "almost" because if they absolutely made the humidity worth it, I'd still be living there. But that humidity drove me out in two summers. Ugh. The worst! Just another reason why the West Coast is the greatest coast!
I know I could have made that rhyme but what do you think I am? Some kind of pop hack?! That, sir, was my father!
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