The sidewalk shed at the corner gives us a brief respite from the pummeling rain while we wait for the light to change.
We hear it before we see it: someone blasting Gloria Gaynor’s ‘I Will Survive’ for everyone on Union Street to hear, and singing loud enough to carry over the car stereo.
We peer in the side window of the white SUV to see a gentleman boogieing in his seat as hard as he possibly can, singing along for all he’s worth, and Katie breaks into an impromptu disco session in solidarity with him.
The light changes and he speeds off without acknowledging our tribute, but she and I agree that crappy weather occasionally demands a disco to raise your spirits.
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