tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4486366742259479553.post-78335553430002123452008-06-16T08:32:00.002-04:002008-06-16T08:51:24.600-04:00It was Saturday night. The BBQ was smoking. The beer was flowing. And Liquid Fringe was playing. There was one small problem. Nobody told Mother Nature. She was pissed. She lit up the night sky and made some awful racket. She huffed and puffed and sent one table umbrella to Northeast Philly and sent another one right in my direction. That could have hurt just a bit and may have even cause me to spring a leak. But I sneer at danger and laugh at it's attempt to do me harm. Or maybe it's the other way around. None the less, we did what all somewhat able bodies do in a time of crisis, we ordered more beer and waited for the rain to subside. And waited and waited some more. It was a tough job, but in the end we were able to wait out the storm. Yes, we are able to laugh about now, but it was a scary 5 1/2 hours trapped at the Northside.Dan Bengelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383866980175703394noreply@blogger.com