July 5, green bay, wisconsin

Wisconsin has desolate farm roads that bend and curve like a river.   I went running down one under sinister skys.  The clouds winked at me just  moments before emptying their black bellies.  I was 4 miles away from shelter, so I rolled my phone into my shirt and ducked for cover under the arm of a tree.   A gentlemen flung open his garage door and gestured me in, so I entered shirtless and sweaty.  I said, "thanks for taking in a stranger, I won't be long, just need to make a phone call." after offering me beers and warm food-- I thanked him again, to which he said," believe me, I've been there.  Son, I'm 77 years old,
I've been lots of places."