Riders on the Storm

G-man and I were having some ice tea at the Pavillion Cafe at the National Sculpture Garden this week when the Doors' Riders on the Storm played over the sound system. Everytime I hear that haunting song it takes me back to one particular day when I was working in the Zink Boy Scout ranch's kitchen. Nothing special happened that day that I can recall but that song takes me to a mind scene - a point in time - in that kitchen. Strange how songs do that.

Take a long holiday.