“But lo, a rude awakening awaited a guy like me, Rang Crudrock, for as I slept, a storm of the rudest grey was building…waiting! A shake I could sleep through; maybe even a shimmy shimmy – but this cloudburst yelled like a soldier aflame and kissed my little plane with a lightning tongue and thunder lips! My eyes opened just in time to surf the tidal wave of broken glass, throwing shards of my cockpit allover me like a cupped cake! Happy Birthday? No, it was not!