The windstorm blew a deck chair over. All the tall trees on the property are in an area where they would have fallen on the neighbor. Fortunately the neighbor is awesome... and fortunately several other storms caused all the fellable trees to fall on his house in years previous. In fact, one of the trees that fell sat there so long that the neighbor told the guys I bought the house from that he'd put a lien against it if they didn't do something about it prior to sale. I called him prior to the storm and said "I think we're good, and if we're not, I'll get to it in a hurry" and he said "yeah dude everything that could fall has fallen."

72 hours after taking possession of the house I put together a dossier on the family, gave all our contact info and bribed the four closest neighbors with $100 gift certificates to a beloved local restaurant. I'm in regular text convos with one family, another has two kids my kid's age and a third is a collector and conoisseur of wierd-shit deep-cut exotics. I walked over there and won his heart by not freaking out about the Ferrari Mondial but oohing and aaahing over a Benelli 750 Sei and engaging him in a half-hour conversation about his impending Marcos GT.

At the house we currently live in the storm was good for three green bins worth of fallen branches and 30 seconds of power outage.