For reasons I won’t discuss here, I had the opportunity to make a trip to one of my new favorite places; Anthon, IA (where one of my best friends is from) for the second weekend in a row.
Having grown up in upstate New York, Puerto Rico, Utah and Chicago, small town life is pretty foreign to me so I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I found were open skies; more green trees, grass and rolling hills than I’ve seen in years; friendly people who welcomed me with open arms (I think I’ll be named an honorary citizen after my 3rd visit); the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in years; and the ability to park my car and leave my windows open with the key in the ignition without thinking twice about it.
I had a great time and loved being alone with my thoughts for eight hours while I sang to my country CD’s at the top of my lungs (yes, I confess, I like some country music).
Ten miles off I-80 and into a country highway I looked up to see the most amazing cloud, heard the thunder and then spotted the lightning.
Then the rain started to fall…
It started pouring so hard I couldn’t see anything and had to pull over to the side of the road…
I sat for about 5 minutes before I made another attempt. I got scared and stopped again. Then I reminded myself that a beer was calling my name so I sucked it up and drove away from the rainstorm and into light watching the madness I had been in from the rearview mirror.
I couldn’t leave my new friends at the Little Siouxloon waiting too long for my jukebox DJ skills and dart challenge 🙂
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