Funnier than a cup of sand.
Oh lordy. I have a very disillusioned vision of November 1st every year: I expect to wake up to a 35 degree morning where all the leaves are brown and almost completely off the trees and there are turkeys squaking around.
This year, I woke up and it was 65 degrees outside and the leaves were sorta brown (mostly green and some orange/red) and mostly on the trees. And the turkeys were notably absent.
You have let me down.
Love,
Danny
Maryland hasn’t seen a hurricane in forever. And by forever, I mean a few years. The last time that I can remember any hoopla about a storm was in sixth grade when schools were closed for two days in anticipation of Hurricane Isabel, which turned out to be a glorified thunderstorm this far inland. That freaky pseudo-tornado thing that we saw last month did tons more damage than Isabel did to Columbia. Okay, so Baltimore was flooded up to Pratt St. but that’s about all that happened here. No fun.
Now, I’m not asking for another Andrew or Katrina, but we’re overdue for a pretty intense storm. Like the kind where you sit inside and listen to the torrential rain for two days and you lose power for an hour or two and the extent of the damage is a few downed trees and some lawn furniture getting blown around, nothing more. No death or millions of dollars in damage, just some high winds and heavy rain.
And I know that by posting this, I’ll be guaranteeing that a Category 6 (yes, 6) storm is gonna slam into Baltimore this year. I have horrible Jeff Lewis karma, remeber?
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