The Shamrock Cafe

On the evening of "The Incident" there was a massive explosion (or rather what I thought was an explosion at the time) right out front of the Shamrock Café sending asphalt shrapnel across the roof and up against the white brick of the chimney column.

I stood what I thought was a solid distance away and watched in a rare moment of awe (Super’s have seen it all) as the fires ripped through the ground and the universe began to ripple and tear across  HWY 189- dog-gone-it right where I stood. Hidden in the shadow of the redwoods next to my alpine green '67 fastback sync-wrapped in an invisimatter cloaking cover, I began to wondered if this mission had been such a good idea after all.