My baseball cap blew off 10 seconds after we walked out the front door. Diamondback editor Jon Wolper and I wandered into the storm just after midnight Saturday night, when we had decided it looked awful enough to find something interesting.
The wind was blowing the rain hard, the tiny droplets stinging the faces and arms of the half-dozen people huddled in front of Commons 7. Water rushed down the road past the Mowatt Lane parking garage. Trees swayed dramatically. A Jimmy John’s delivery man dropped a sandwich off at Commons 5. Those guys are better than the Post Office.