Through Hail and Back

The doorway of the Grand Emporium was clogged last night. Folk-pop artist Brett Dennen had just finished performing and his merch table near the door was besieged by well-wishers. I pushed my way through the eager crowd, anxious to escape the smoky bar. But a second set of people had formed at the entrance. Hail was pounding Main Street. I made a mad dash for my car as hail peppered me. An advantage of driving an old beater is that I can afford to be cavalier about the hail damage. So I made my way home while most drivers caught in the storm took shelter under the awnings of bank drive-thrus and carwashes.