Monday, July 19, 2010

Sunday Storm, Gold Face Wayne

The end of the roll, so I turned out gold. With a big beak. I went to the Bistro on the Lake yesterday afternoon, summer readings at 1:30 PM. Fullerton and the lakefront. Where my folks used to hang out in the 1940s. I was just getting off the Red Line and walking down the stairs to ground level; there were three booms of thunder low enough to make the steel railings vibrate. By the time I was on the street, the rain had slowed to a drizzle.  Right before you get to the beach, its about a mile walk, there's an overhead walkway. Or street, for all I know. But, bammo. All I saw was darkness, speeding away eastward. The photos can't do it justice, but I think you'll get the idea.  I later found out that the storm went on to hit Hammond, Indiana quite hard, tearing up city blocks.


Charles Gramlich said...

Love how those posts recede into the distance.

HemlockMan said...

Ah, summer. Days of sweet warmth and vicious storms that break houses and squash flesh like toothpaste out of pressed plastic.