At the end of all yesterday’s heat and humidity, all kinds of fugly storms were predicted for the Chicago area. I wasn’t wishing for a tornado or derecho but I was hoping a little bit of the associated rain and maybe some thunder would come our way. Alas, it all petered out well before it got to us. So a pretty swampy night.

If you bothered to click on the derecho link, it talks about a 1980 storm that I and many other long-time Planet Ann Arbor denizens remember all too well. The sky turned midnight green at 9:00 AM and trees went down all over town including MANY in West Park, which was across the street from the apartment we rented back in those days. I didn’t know the term derecho until about 2008 and like many other folks I still call it The Green Storm.

Lots of talk about various kinds of storms reminded me of my beloved aunt Radical Betty, shown here in her witch hat and bat glasses. She never lost her senses but toward the end of her life she, like so many other people, sometimes had trouble pulling out the correct word. We were puzzled for a minute once when she started talking about “things that spiral and create great devastation”. We quickly realized she was talking about tornadoes! We all (including Betty) had a great laugh and those of us she left behind are STILL laughing about it.

Cheers to Kamala! I couldn’t really “warm up” to her when she was running for prez but I agree that she’s a good choice. I *did* warm up to Stacy Abrams and I *love* #BigGretch but not sure either of them are quite ready for that high an office (at least in the current climate) and we need #BigGretch here in the Great Lake State for now. And NO NO NO NO, I am NOT a communist or even a socialist. And anyway, what do those labels really mean? I bet if you asked 100 people to define them, you’d get 100 different definitions. That’s enough for now. I have thoughts brewing about all this but I have not turned them into words yet. I am also not well-versed in political science but I can read and I have critical thinking skills and I am entitled to an opinion.

Soooo glad Radical Betty and her s-i-l (my moom) The Commander did not live to see the Trumpian Bombasty. They would’ve been foaming at the mouth. And they voted for *Republicans* when I was a kid, at least The Commander did.

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