SKIMMING THE SURFACE
The wind has picked up again, it roars once in awhile like a dragon or a locomotive. Driving on the highway to town and back was an exercise in rebuff: the wind against me, shoving at the car; me against the wind, firmly flexing my fingers around the wheel and correcting my course after each punchy puff. The kids didn’t even notice, they were headbanging in the backseat to Computer Blue and Crocodile Rock and snapping their fingers to Supertramp’s Old Brown Shoes. Martin crooned “disssssssssco, dissssssssssco night” over the music when Games People Play came on…and we haven’t even...