It is rare for me, as a lifelong inhabitant of the area, to experience discomfort and fear at being caught in the open, or even to think of “being caught in the open.” But this was my experience Saturday afternoon; I was scrambling between stores, found that my destination had gone out of business and had the specific thought, “Dammit! I’m in trouble.” That wind was heavy with dust and small rocks, and had a multidirectional, unpredictable stabbing violence to it. It felt personal. I found cover at a McDonald’s, dawdled a bit over fries and a shake and went home when the worst of the storm had passed, not thinking about it much.
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