It was hot and sticky. The kind of day that makes you want to stay inside. Even I, who would always rather be outside than stuck in an office all day, was not looking forward to stepping out the doors into the wall of heat.
Robert Frost would have us believe that there are only two paths (according to traditional thoughts about the famous poem). One that everyone follows and the other only a select few traverse. I always wanted to be one of the select few who took the road less traveled.
The hot, humid days are making their fickle transition to the crisp, breezy days of fall. Though fall does not officially start for a few weeks, the first day of September brings the promise of brilliant color and pumpkin everything just around the corner.
A huge cup of coffee sits beside me as I try to stave off the sleepiness that lingers in my eyelids. They so want to close, but I have another busy day ahead. The last in a row of several that caused my current state of sleepiness.
No, this isn’t the title of a sci-fi short story. This post is based on actual events. Here you will find a completely accurate and detailed account of what happened on the morning of June 16. Read at your own risk.