The Wind, Wild, and Harry Houdini

The weather has whipped itself into a frenzy again. Predicted in the newspaper, of course, but the reality is always so different from the threat and the promise. So here we are now with wild winds and craziness on an otherwise ordinary Wednesday night as I try to think about entering the mindset of an eccentric, either Harry Houdini, or Frank Gilmore (father of Gary) who had more than a few compelling reasons as to why he may have been Houdini's illegitimate son. Johnson Creek rises as I type. The Gilmore family lived there not that long ago in the cosmic scheme of things. Today at the P.O., in a glass case, a brown stuffed bear with "Harry Houdini" emblazoned across his chest. Maybe it is impossible to write anything authentic in the 21st century...