Creepy: The Storm

It cracked louder than a dud at the Fourth of July fireworks. I jumped. Earlier this afternoon, I was 30 miles to the south, visiting mom. A weather alert came over the radio as I pulled into the gas station. Bad storm. Headed southeast. Sixty-five mile an hour winds. I could see the blackness of the clouds to the north in exactly the direction I was headed. Sh*t. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous driving home. Weather likeRead more

Never a Cloudy Day

“Ba de ya – say do you remember Ba de ya – dancing in September Ba de ya – never was a cloudy day” A karaoke voice was singing the chorus loudly on a return trip from mom’s. I had been busy this morning, purging junk from a closet (smashed gift bows, crinkled tissue paper), before taking a Saturday drive to say “hello”, pay mom’s bills and deliver a spring jacket purchased for her earlier in the week. It began toRead more