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Line after Line of Storms

Last night, after a terribly hot, oppressively muggy day, we were battered by line after line of dangerous threatening storms. The wind felt circular and furious. Rain pounded down. Thunder rolled endlessly, like a larger than life train was passing by. Out the window, in the strobe-like flashes of lightning, I could see the big…
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Giving Fear its Name and Beating It

Yesterday I drove through heavy traffic, deep in the mess of Chicago’s highways, to deliver Allan and his son to the convention in Rosemont up by O’Hare. The Chicago traffic was shocking. The cars were driving at different speeds. Everyone was angry. Loads of long overfilled trailers. Construction with workers and diggers and post hole…




