Just a few minutes ago, I wondered if I had traveled back to 33 A.D.

That was the year Jesus Christ was crucified at Gologtha. The four Gospels describe the sky turning pitch black upon Jesus gasping his last breath. 

It was pitch black outside Buffalo Wild Wings Zona Rosa in Platte County, five miles south of Kansas City International Airport. The sky was fixing to open up and unleash its fury. 

It did. It poured. There was some pea-sized hail mixed in. The wind was blowing hard out of the north. LIghtning flashed frequently. Fortunately, no tornadoes were forthcoming. 

It isn’t the first time I’ve been marooned inside Buffalo Wild Wings during a heavy thunderstorm. It happeend on a Sunday in April 2014, only it was just after noon when it hit. That one got very bad, knocking out the DirecTV feeds to the restaurant for quite some time. The satellites went in and out tonight, but right now, they’re working, so patrons can watch the Bulls-Cavaliers NBA playoff game, and then Clippers-Rockets next. 

I’m supposed to drive back to Russell tomorrow. The forecast is good for tomorrow, but then it turns ugly Wednesday. Great. I’m going to be alone at home since my parents are leaving for New Orleans. Of course, I’m far better off in a sturdy house than they’re going to be driving. I hope they miss it.