In Keeping with Tradition

In my "baby book," where my mother keeps most of the embarrassing photos from my infancy and childhood, there are many pictures of Kalesy's birthday parties. And most of them have as their backdrop the dull, grey institutional paint covering our garage walls. There's even a newspaper clipping backing up the conclusion drawn - "It Always Rains on July 29".

So, this year, to celebrate my bon anniversaire, I decided to go for a bikeride. I was about 3 miles from home when the sky turned black. I looked up only to see a lightening spear connect with a tree not 200 yards from me. Fun.

But within 10 minutes the violence had blown over and blue skies had returned. So, back onto my bike and try again. Not 10 minutes later, the region had the highest level of flash flooding seen in this area in 10 years.

Good times.

There's a point at which you're so wet you can't get any wetter. I got to that point when I was still 15 miles from home.

Ah, tradition.