Raining Pot Brownies

The night before last brought torrential downpours to the Albany area that killed one teen and cut off power to thousands. The deluge lasted over an hour with a million flashbulbs tearing through the dark heavens. I admit, it was mighty scary. Flooding evacuated little towns close to rivers and the lighting knocked out power feeds at the International airport. My own backyard was strewn with flying burnt limbs from my neighbors tree that got hit and split in two. Luckily the tree stood standing but could have easily toppled ontop of her house and mine.

24 hour later pink skies and calm forcasts lured hundreds of thousands to Albany's "Alive at 5" free concert series at the Hudson River Park pavillion. Thoughts of the dramatic chaos from the night before were drownded out by Jefferson Airplane singles performed by everyone but Grace Slick. Jen and Stacy and me plopped ourselves down on a little slice of land closest to a sordid collection of leather-clad Harley boys. They were already three-sheets to the wind when I offered up my Mutti's Brownies. Kindingly, I whispered that I laced them with pot. My new friend Jim's eyes widened and a big smile dressed his face. "I haven't had one of these in 20 years" he gasped. The placebo effect kicked in and Jim was loving life. He bought us roses to show his appreciation.