Crazy Rainy Day

Our day started really early. In fact, it started in the wee hour of the morning at 12:10 am. We awoke to a lot of screaming outside. It was weird, I kind of felt like I was dreaming it at first. Doug jumped our of bed and peered out the blinds. He yells at me "it's a cat fight!" Right there in the middle of the road were two women slugging it out with a small boy, about 10 years old, slugging right along with them. Lot's of by standers yelling and laughing. It didn't take too long before about 4 cop cars pulled up stopping any traffic right there in the middle of the road. The crowd split up really fast with many running down the road. "Only in NYC".

We took off this morning to head up state and over to Connecticut to do some apartment inspections. Now remember, we have to walk 6 blocks to get to our car and anything we are taking with us has to be carried or hauled in the "bronx cart", a must in the city. Doug also found a little portable hand cart with wheels that he pushes in front of him. We strapped in the supplies and his bucket of tools and off we went to the car and then up the road. About 10 minutes up the road Doug opened his pepsi bottle he had brought along with him. It exploded everywhere. Mostly all over him. Luckily I had a folder of papers open in my lap and they got the majority of the pop that exploded on me. We had to call the elders and tell them we would be a bit late, Doug had to turn around and go back to the apartment, while I waited out in the car double parked so we wouldn't get a ticket, and he had to change all his clothes.

While in Connecticut heading back to NY to York Town Heights, it started raining so hard we couldn't keep the windshield cleared enough to see. It was pouring buckets, literally. After arriving we parked outside the elders apartment and told them we were going to sit there for a bit and see if the rain would let up. No chance, we were soaked to the bone just walking 30 feet and that was even with a little umbrella.

After arriving home, parking the car, loading up the cart, we headed to our apartment. Being a Friday the streets were alive with people. The rain had stopped and so many were out on the streets just hanging out. Many turn their radios in their parked cars up full blast, many open their apartment windows and sit on the sill so they can be apart of the fun, the corners by the street lights are a buzz with people, many of the little shops and restaurants doors are open with people going in and out. The missionaries love this time of year as they can make lots of contacts on the street in the evenings when everyone is out and about.