Thunder’s Just A Lot Of Noise

When I was 15, I began working at a summer camp called Kiwi Day Camp. It was run by the New York Association for Brain-Injured Children. (Yes, they actually named a camp for children with disabilities for a bird that can’t fly.) The camp director loved to play “records” on rainy days when we were all confined to the auditorium. He had a favorite record and I found most of the songs annoying, especially the one about thunder and lightning. So, of course, every time there’s a storm, that song loops in my head.

We are in the midst of a huge storm that started during the night and, since misery loves company, I thought I’d share the song with you.

Listen while you look at the pictures (which you can click to make bigger).

THUNDER… LIGHTNING… AT 4 A.M.



“When the thunder comes with a boom boom boom,
we get out our drums and we ‘roon-toon-toon'”?

THUNDER… LIGHTNING… THUNDER… LIGHTNING…
… AT 4:30. I WAS TOO EXCITED TO SLEEP.

AND AGAIN… SO GRATEFUL FOR OUR GLASS CURTAIN!

THE CAFE, MY FRIEND, IS BLOWING IN THE WIND.
NO LONGER ANY NEED TO USE THE DOOR.
THE WAITRESS’ STEAMING WET SHOES.
FORTUNATELY, THEY DIDN’T START SMOKING, WHICH IS PROHIBITED.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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