Right Place on a Rainy Night
If it hadn't been raining so hard, I'd have never thought to seek shelter from the wet beneath the highway overpass. Riding my small Cushman scooter in the rain wasn't the brightest decision I'd ever made. It was dark, and I was huddling over on the far edge of the dry concrete embankment. I'd been there for almost half an hour already, but the rain gave no indication of being ready to let up anytime soon. Suddenly, a car coming up to the overpass, slammed on its brakes and skidded to a...