Thor

As a project, I cut down several trees. For exercise, I would remove the leaves and separated the branches into two separate piles, one would be logs for my fireplace and the other, kindling. One sunny afternoon I came across the perfect lightning bolt. I beat my thunderous chest, without coughing, and flung the perfect bolt while hollering "I am Thor of Thunder!"  The act was witnessed by my neighbors.

Anybody that has lived in an old house knows that the house is filled with unexplainable phenomenon.  Doors opening and closing by themselves, shades rolling up without being touched; creaking floors when one is home alone; animals suddenly waking up out of a sound sleep and charging across the room; unexplained falls down the stairs -  the tripping over the dog excuse does not work when the dog was asleep on the parents bed, nor while the explanation is offered in a drunken slurred speech.  Unexplained broken windows - parents never bought that one either.

When I bought my house, a couple of friends confirmed that there was an elderly lady living in the house that was friendly and more of a care taker.  It was awkward at first, but since she was here before me, I was willing to share my new found property with a sweet elderly lady.

One evening, a friend came over and spent the night, sleeping on the couch. When I got up I asked how he slept. His replied he was fine, until he was thrown out of the couch. I immediately hollered, Thor you don't throw the couch over when company is sleeping in it!

 Thor was born.

 Oh, and the neighbors moved out.