Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Running along the river through LaSalle Park this afternoon I saw a bolt of lightning that would have frightened Bella Lugosi out over the water, and coming my way. I'd been just poking along, taking it easy, but that got me moving. On the opposite side of the road guys in orange jumpsuits from the Holding Center were crowding into the picnic shelters. "Man, even criminals know better than to be out in this," I thought, but I made it back in before the squall hit.
