A story about Ellis Raymond
One time we were visiting relatives and they introduced me to their lawn darts. Ellis decided to catch some sun on the other side of the lawn. Things went sort of horribly wrong as I threw the dart totally the wrong direction. Everything went slow-mo as I ran toward him yelling “Move, Ellis, move!” My vague instructions obviously confused him, but he rolled out the way just before the lawn dart ker-plunked into the ground, right where his chest would have been. Phew! That could have ended badly.
