| Rain fell in a waterfall at the corner of my eye, following its natural channeled course as dictated by the brim of my hat. I didn't care. My interest-- my sole interest was in the party I was watching through the church basement window, and the fungal aquarium that was rapidly developing in my soggy boots. I felt inside my stylish trenchcoat, checking again to see if my witty remarks about the Crimean War cards and my 1960's, Mormon Modesty Edition of Twister were still there. They were. It was party time. |
