I mentioned not too long ago that I used to get lunch for a half dollar, although usually it was a couple of quarters; actual half dollars I’d seen before, but I never seemed to find one in my pocket change. I don’t think I’ve seen a fifty-cent piece in well over a decade; I am perhaps overly fond of saying that the only use for them anymore is as a measure of hail, bigger than quarter-size but smaller than a golf ball.
Once you get into the ball range, though, things get scary rather quickly. Peter Grant sent up this photo, taken on Stormy Monday somewhere in deepest north Texas:
Biggest one I can remember seeing was softball-sized, though nothing about it was particularly soft; I figure, if they predict beach ball-sized hail, we’re going to have craters of near-lunar dimension.