From the Archives: March 20, 2001 - Age 25

Bad storm last night. Ocala Street was so black, so dark and empty. Went to pick up Scott, Maura and Claire at the airport at 1:30am. His plane circled Tallahassee twice, but couldn’t land. They had to return to Atlanta. I was pissed because I knew none of this, and my selfish self wanted sleep and to blame it all on someone, when it was the weather’s fault, and one cannot blame Mother Nature—she will scream winds to block out our protests. So I slapped my hands across the Volvo dashboard like a child and we returned home to walk the dog in the howling rain.