On Sunday, after church, Mark, Jason, Peter and I plowed through a tempest with the purpose of driving it away, thereby allowing us to sail Lake Hopatcong under sunny skies and on calm waters. The brooding storm, however, wasn't so easily intimidated, and hung around the entire afternoon, dashing our boating plans to pieces: we balked at the idea of being caught at sea in the midst crackling thunder and furious rain; and with its prodigious possibilities, the storm won. Maybe we'll try again next weekend.
We spent the rest of our afternoon cruising down Route 10, along which we stopped at an ice cream stand as well as the Funplex (the former Sports and Games). These diversions from our youth, what between delicious flavors and bright lights, stimulated the senses and did not fail to satisfy our need for fellowship in uncertain times. Indeed, sometimes all it takes is an extended car ride to indicate that not much as changed since high school, and that's a comforting thought.