In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Thundershowers in the morning - with thunder cracks that sounded like targeted strikes around the perimeter of our neighborhood - left puddles that were already fighting to survive at 11am.
D, getting up to avoid a sprinkler that eventually aimed at the patch of grass she was laying on after leaving the bar at 1:30 a.m. (it's past 2 at this point), fell and scraped her elbow on the sidewalk.