It was a dark and stormy afternoon. Leaving my parents house in New Lenox, we saw the clouds looming overhead like a giant... looming... thing. The race to get back to Homewood was on, but we had Route 30 Construction to contend with. What they say about Chicagoland is true: there are only two seasons, winter and construction on Route 30.
We barrelled on, trying to avoid the drips, trying to stay dry, trying to avoid getting hit by lightening. The tall grasses of a local gas station swayed and waved like the water on the shore. Unfortunately, the trees and powerlines did as well. Battered like a waffle, we made our way through Frankfort. Propelled like a Cessna, we drove east on 191st.
Like many of you, I was just trying to get home. Once the storm had passed, though, the devestation surrounding my neighborhood (3rd Addition of Homewood), was total and complete, provided you didn't set your bar that high. We did lose power at one point, but only enough to reset half of the digital clocks.
After dinner, the kids and I hit the sidewalks to clear off sticks. The Interwebs say that we only got 0.22 inches. That sounds about right. We never made it to, what we affectionately call, "the other side of the tracks" to see what had happened. I assume it rained there, too.
