A Rain Out

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.


There was a torrential downpour in progress when I got out of work from Stop & Shop the evening of July 3, 1997. Any thoughts I had of going down to the Town Common for the annual pre-4th of July festivities were dashed and I ended up going home instead.

There’s not much else to this memory, but it’s a pretty clear one, so I felt the need to mention it. It’s okay if I mention really small, insignificant memories, isn’t it? It’s my journal after all.

It was a really menacing looking evening. That’s what I recall. It didn’t seem like July at all. It was dark out, almost pitch-black, and the rain was horrible. I was probably worried about my computer getting shorted out if it got struck by lightning.

Of course this could be an entirely different July 3rd I’m thinking of, but for the sake of argument, let’s imagine it really did happen in ‘97.