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.