I just returned from what was to be a quick 10 minute drive. We had a sudden rainstorm come in from the sea along with the high winds known locally as Santa Annas. My ancient Volvo decided this would be the perfect time for the WINDSHILD WIPER handle to break off in my hand. I managed ot get it off the freeway driving with my head out the window like Lindberg crossing the Atlantic. I grabbed my ever present rucksack, slipped into my Flectar poncho and warm clothing and footed it the 4 miles home to my apt. On arrival I saw the lights going on and off and heard the lamentations of the recently immigrated indian women expecting Kali to descend at any minute. I slipped inside, fired up my campstove and brewed up a double mug of a traditional hot buttered rhum with even more traditional Pusser's Rhum along with a vegetable beef stew, fruitcake and cheese. I was about to climb into my sleeping bag vs bed when the power was restored.Now Im watching CirquedeSoleil on T.V. and wondering who is dressed more flamboyantly? the acrobats or this idiot in a flectar poncho, worn out welsh wool shirt and balaclava? :chill: