Stormy Weather
She rode me like a cowgirl busting a bronco as the wind changed direction, blowing the cool rain sideways and drenching our sweat-soaked bodies.
Catherine and I moved to South Florida after Hurricane Andrew destroyed Homestead in 1992. By the time we arrived in October, the debris had been largely cleaned up, and rebuilding had begun. We got a place in Ft. Lauderdale, where I went to work in construction, and Catherine worked in a local bookstore. Like tourists, we spent our free time seeing the sights from Palm Beach to Key West. The summer weather was hot and hu...
