In Pioche, a dusty mining town snuggled in the Nevada hills, Robert Roy Orr, 65, remembered afterwards: "There was a kinda flash lit up the windowa real big flash it was. With it comes a bangbingo, just like that. I thought two cars must have hit into one another on the road outside. This white flash started on the ground and sort of swooshed up into the air." He added: "I reckoned there wasn't much I could do about it. So I just sat down and ate my breakfast. What did you want...
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