Knock knock - by Lazo Gitchos - Stories For My Friends

You may count on rain in Ketchikan in late October. It did rain yesterday, just like the day before; a light, friendly rain. Just before five o’clock the sun, which had almost set, broke through the bottom of the purple-brown cloud bank and I stopped what I was doing, which was walking around town, to watch. I imagine a lot of people stopped what they were doing for a moment. I leaned on a concrete barrier that held a part of the steep green hillside in place. I could see down to the bay, across to the airport, could see the halos of rain on the mountains across the water, and all the gray vinyl buildings glistened as if with dew but it was just the day’s rain and the rain of every day before. In the bay the boats were coming in for the day, and a big tender was headed out somewhere. Later, Mike, the chair of the local democratic party, picked up the phone on the second ring. He was taking a walk, he said, because it's so rare to catch a break in the rain and even after dark it must be

You may count on rain in Ketchikan in late October. It did rain yesterday, just like the day before; a light, friendly rain. Just before five o’clock the sun, which had almost set, broke through the bottom of the purple-brown cloud bank and I stopped what I was doing, which was walking around town, to watch. I imagine a lot of people stopped what they were doing for a moment. I leaned on a concrete barrier that held a part of the steep green hillside in place. I could see down to the bay, across to the airport, could see the halos of rain on the mountains across the water, and all the gray vin