The Ten Percent
Solution
I CAN'T REMEMBER A RAINSTORM worse than the one that occurred on the third Saturday in May. A north wind had come up and was blowing at fifty miles an hour. That, combined with a torrential downpour, had caused most people to stay inside. Most smart people, that is.
There was no way Tom, Cathy, and I were going to miss out on the golden secret. We had been looking forward to it for a month. We were so excited, we even skipped breakfast at the Thomas Edison. As usual, I drove. My parents' house has indoor access to the garage and both Tom and Cathy have underground parking so, surprisingly, it was possible to remain perfectly dry until we arrived at the shop. On the way there, Cathy suggested that Roy might be closed be-cause of the weather. Tom and I just laughed. Roy hasn't missed an entire day of work in thirty-seven years for any reason. He had even opened on the morning of his daughter's wedding.
With so few people venturing out, we were able to get