We were in the middle of a heatwave. Air conditioners a-running. Power went out around eight P. M. For the whole street, it appeared, looking out the window, maybe the whole town. Went downstairs, to the relative light and cool of our sidewalk porch, to sit and read.
Saw little bulldog of a storm moving in, from the northwest, over top of the courthouse. Gladly anticipated the cooling of a summer storm. Figured I had plenty of time to take three steps to my door, once the storm just about arrived.
But heard something truly mighty, suddenly, roaring in behind me. Without wasting even a moment to turn and look at the beast I heard, I snatched my keys from the table and leaped to the door. Narrowly escaping a front of flying garbage bins and plastic chairs.
What turned out to be the June 2012 North American derecho descended suddenly, with a huge gust that left grit in my underwear.
We experienced another thrilling bit of weather exactly one month earlier in New Jersey.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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