An Elvis Encounter of the
Third Kind
Unaware of an approaching snowstorm, until
I heard the
weather forecast on the radio, while driving east from
Chicago, on
January 8, 2004, I exited I-94 East at the second Kalamazoo,
exit.
The wind seemed to pick up its pace after pushing out east from
Lake Michigan and the Windy City. Snow flakes were lightly
falling, but melting on impact with the concrete, metal
and glass
surrounding me. The thick white blanket packed in the
ominous
clouds about to drop was probably six hours away. The Rest of the Story...
