Ok, I feel compelled to post this even though I decided not to.
So Sunday afternoon, Mary and I are sitting out in the 85 degree sunshine of our back yard catching up on things. With two working parents and a plethora of summer kids obligations our conversations are limited to 20 second sound bites as we pass each other in the family room or kitchen. Ok, so as I am talking to Mary then I hear this whoosh in the air just over my head as if some center fielder just made a cut off throw to home plate followed by what I see in my peripheral is a splash of water about 18 inches high. I jump up and run over to the direction of the splash which is no more than 15 feet away expecting to see a dead duck or hawk but what I see is a irregular chunck of ice the size of a softball. At first I though it might be some neighbors playing a joke but the ice hit with such velocity and the direction of the splash seemed to indicate a mostly vertical trajectory. And yes we are sometimes on the flight path to LAX but the planes usually appear to be 12-26K elevation, rarely hear the engine noise except for those bigaz Airbus ones.
I guess we snagged some or your good luck that day.