Towards the end of the week, in the space that, before the wind storms, had been occupied by one of our shelters, the guys break out the croquet set. In the middle of a white out, they don face masks and goggles, and not only play, but also manage to argue endlessly about strategy, rules, does it count if it hits a pebble, and whatever else, just as if they were at some billiard place in downtown Fresno. The men rock, even if they are Aluminum Pansies.
