Triggers and Treasures

Last week, I was driving back from errands with one of the kids when Three Little Birds came on. Love that song.

And for a moment, I was back in Puerto Rico.

Several years ago, the Balkan Storm and I were sitting at this little poolside cantina when the sky went from bright and perfect to shit's about to get real in about thirty seconds.

I learned that's normal there.

So we grabbed a deck of cards and started a game of rummy as the rain fell. And then the storm actually hit.

Charis started tumbling past us into the pool, umbrellas took flight, thunder cracked overhead, and rain wasn't falling so much as attacking us.

The bartender nonchalantly walked around pulling down the flimsy little "protective" shades, turned up the music, and Three Little Birds started blasting through the place.

The entire cantina, soaked, half-shielded, and laughing like lunatics, sang along at the top of our lungs while everything around us was just going completely sideways.

It was a great trip, but that moment became my favorite memory.