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When
was
the
last
time
I
ran
around
naked in a thunderstorm? For sure there was that time in 1990, deep in South Carolina interior, when a huge squall brought intense relief after a 20-mile hike in 100-degree heat and we showered with Dr. Bronner's in slashing horizontal downpour which ceased as quickly as it'd started. Then there must have been a couple of times or more at the country club where I worked 10 summers and we ran wild after hours. But this might have been the first time I did it in a city, just hours after arriving in Chicago by craigslist rideshare (2,000 miles of good conversation). We pulled in just at the start of what would be a 7-inch rainfall. After drinks with Lori and Dan I peeled off drenched duds and started jumping in puddles. 1 a.m. on a quiet street but of course someone had to walk by. I said, "Excuse me," and he smiled: "No worries." |