10/13/2026
As I was leaving the neighborhood with literally hundreds of trees down, power lines on the ground, and trees on houses, I passed a neighbors house early evening on a very hot sticky day just before the sun went down. There was sawdust on the roof where a tree had been earlier and a pile of tree debris by the side of the road. The power lines were on the ground. A man was on his front porch wearing just a pair of shorts. He was drinking a can of b**r and had a tiny hibachi grill going. I couldn’t see what he was grilling but I could see his smile as he waved. He worked hard all day and was relaxing and enjoying his evening. This attitude, this resilience, this is what I love about Milton.
