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But while we were waiting, Rick enjoyed a medley of John Williams' music in honor of his birthday, and I went out on the screened porch to watch the fireflies enjoy the hot, humid air. They lit up the space around the birdfeeders, while lightning lit up the skies above. The thunder was a good ten seconds delayed after each flash, but when it rumbled, it rolled and continued for sometimes more than a minute.
The lightning never touched ground here in town, but it was definitely focused about ten to twelve miles south of us, given the length of time before the thunder. It was as beautiful as the fireworks would be later. But when the lightning was tracked by meteorologists to be moving toward Boston itself, the Massachusetts Emergency Management Team evacuated the oval park in front of the Hatch Shell - a first in the many years the concert has been held there. Spectators were encouraged to take immediate shelter, and the nearest to the crowd was within the Storrow Drive tunnel ... a damp, humid, oppressive site as compared to the open air concert they had been attending. The concert itself stopped to allow the musicians to seek shelter as well.
Half an hour later, the thunderstorm had passed through, and the crowd was allowed to return to the park. The concert resumed, the 1812 Overture sounded (it had been recorded the night before during the dress rehearsal, enjoyed by many who wouldn't be there on the Fourth) but when the crowd had reassembled, the Star Spangled Banner was played to lead into the fireworks display.
|Our Chevy Traverse, Abby, injured by a dead fallen branch|
We didn't see the dent until Rick went out to take photographs of the windshield. When the glass replacement worker came out, he said the insurance company would not like to replace the windshield and then fix the roof, because that would require another windshield replacement. He suggested we get the roof fixed as it would only eventually rust and leak, and so we arranged to have it taken care of by our friend Mark at his local auto repair shop. And, as we'd sold Gibbs last fall, we had to rent a vehicle for the 'week to ten days' period without Abby. We could choose between two: a silver Ford Focus, or a black Chevy Sonic. We took the Chevy, having lived once with a Ford (which is another story for another day.) The Sonic looks like a miniature Traverse, and seems quite comfortable in the driveway. When I look out the window, it seems as though Abby has shrunk in the rain!
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