Today as I drove to, and then back, from my internship I encountered a thick fog that made driving a little bit more hazardous than normal. Adding to my anxiety about the drive were thoughts in my mind about creatures prowling the fog's depths, ready to pounce at my windshield as I drove through the dark Gresham countryside.
I think I may have been reading too much Stephen King, lately.
I had to drive through Beaverton in that same fog. Fortuantely, I was not attacked by undead soccer moms or men in cowboy hats.
Or Miss America 2002.