Survive the Storm

Something magical happens in Brockton during the still of an approaching storm.  The dark silhouettes of the trees of Brockton become spooky against the purple-grey sky. 

In the summer, my grandfather used to open the doors to his garage, sit just inside the open doors and watch the storm.  I can remember being in the garage during a storm and smelling the vapor of the cooling streets and lawns and gardens.  No lilac covered mountainside dew could smell sweeter.

I looked at this picture and I thought of Muffler Man with his friendly wave reaching out onto Montello in any weather.  When Muffler Man retires from his post one day, perhaps long after all of us, he should be permanently enshrined in a glass case at a prominent area of City Hall for school children and proud Brocktonians to be inspired by forever.  He never quit on Brockton.  I smile everytime I drive by him.

~ by brocktonthebush on March 21, 2008.