My longtime friends arrived yesterday afternoon from Marco Island. They are headed back to lower Michigan tomorrow, after a stop near Panama City for a few days. We enjoyed a duck dinner last night and another outdoor concert, this time from a group named Brigade, a Heart tribute band. There were major thunderstorms all last night, so I got thoroughly drenched on my run this morning. I cut it short to two miles, but it was soothing to run in the rain. My GPS stopped working so I technically only got credit for .03 miles on my Nike Run app and at the same time the music stopped, leaving me with only the sound of the rain. 

The band was tolerable, at times sounding like the original Wilson sisters. We sat with some neighbors in our beach chairs. Once I get comfortable, my butt nearly drags on the ground, so I can’t easily get up. Distant thunder roared in the background, but the rain held off. An Indy 500 discussion ensued after the show, as my grade school friend plans to attend this year and one neighbor in particular, a former Hoosier, has attended over 50 races. We shared some stories about past races that we’ve been to see, including the very first my buddy and I enjoyed back in the mid-eighties. 

Shortly after I got back from my run this morning and stripped off my wet clothes, the downpour stopped, and everyone returned to their normal activities. My wife took Tally to the dog park and my friends walked the neighborhood streets. The plan is to go for a late lunch at Snook Haven, if we can figure out how to cram four bodies into the Lexus. Their Suburban is packed to the gills with snowbird stuff for their transition back home, leaving no other option but our sports car. Last night, the golf cart comfortably got us all to the nearby concert, but the restaurant is too far away. Good thing they are close friends.