I always thought that taking a girl to a date at the Atlanta Center for Puppetry Arts would be the coolest date around. Jim Henson holds a place of highest honor to me, and the world is lessened by his absence these 21 years hence. I don't remember the day he died, but I remember the way he lived.
I also resonate with thunderstorms. I have always felt a sea of exhilaration walking into the waves of wind and splashing drops. Even in the times of tornado-warnings, fear cannot drown out the thrumming beat underlying each windy gale as patio umbrellas bound across the darkened ground like so many lonesome tumbleweeds.