Tuesday, April 23, 2013
This is my story.
The spring edition of Blogfest was held Friday night at a bar in Pittston. Blogfest is a twice yearly event, where bloggers and politicians get together to talk about the craft and just have a nice time.
I've blown off several prior Blogfests, but this one was different. It actually happened on a weekend when I didn't have to work.
I took a long afternoon nap to get ready. Blogfest began at 6 PM, which is far past my bedtime-- even on non work nights. Once I get in to a pattern, it's hard to get me out.
Mother Nature threw a fly into the ointment, and a monkey wrench into my plans. There was a Friday evening tornado watch for most of the area. The sky looked threatening. There was a big line of red, indicating severs storms, on WNEP's radar.
I didn't want to die in a Pittston bar, and I wanted to be at home to keep an eye on the place and clean up storm damage.
The red line came-- a little gust of wind, and a short spurt of heavy rain. That's it. By the storm got to me, it fizzled. While I was happy about that, waiting for the worst occupied a big part of my Friday night.
I gave a tentative RSVP to one of the organizers, and I apologize for being a no show. As Dorothy Gale said when a tornado swept her off to Oz, "there's no place like home."
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