A few minutes ago, while chicago was still in the midst of downpour, I went out to stand in our concrete backyard in nothing but some old athletic shorts (hand-me-downs from Ro, I think) turning my face up to the sky. Just to enjoy the rain. I tried to do that a time or two in berkeley, but the bay area doesn’t have cooling summer rains, only chilling winter rains. So I stopped trying it there. But it did remind me of a time, a decade ago, when I was out on the porch in front of AEPi indulging in a similar romp in a cool summer rain, with