Quite the little windstorm we had last night. One minute it's a dead calm hot summer night; the next we were lashing ourselves to the mast, you know, in a landlocked kind of way.

A bit ironic given our lead story this morning about the state's efforts to capitalize on wind power as a source of electricity.

Part of the neighborhood lost power for a while, and others experienced a dust storm [fourth comment down at 10:26].

Closer to home — at home, to be precise — we lost a 30-something-foot Chinese pistachio tree in the backyard. Good riddance, I say.

Fortunately, it didn't fall on the fence between us and the next-door neighbors or the fence between the yard and the alley. It fell in the pool. Good thing it was just cleaned — the pool, not the tree.

So, if, when, T. Boone Pickens comes to the neighborhood — all Burnett Shale-like — to harness wind power for his budding turbine-farms plan to wean us off fossil fuels, I have an empty space for one of those big fans.

Photo by Caroline Parkhill

I'm pretty sure the Polaris won't pick up all of this mess.

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