I lay in bed this morning as a summer thunderstorm rolled over and through me. It was early, about 5:30 AM when the deep rumble woke me from a sound sleep. The rain was hard, fast and beat down on my metal roof with a chaotic pattern. The room temperature dropped and both my black cats scrambled off the bed as a BOOM echoed in the distance. Susan, me wife, rolled over and tucked herself in a little more, oblivious to the storm outside the windows. There is something about a summer storm early in the morning. The air is cleaner, cooler and the dirt and grime of the world seems to be washed away with only potential remaining. I'm been thinking a lot about potential. Several years ago my step daughter was putting together her Zombie apocalypse team because that was a thing. I was honored when she included me. "Oh," I asked her, "what is my job?" "Bait." She said laughing. "You have...
Can the City Mouse adjust to life in the country? The day to day adventures of a "city boy" in rural PA trying to adjust to things like chopping wood, growing his own food and dealing with the horrors of the complete lack of a decent Chinese restaurant.