As I sit here on this Sunday morning, the rain is pouring outside. When I was a child, I used to hate the rain because it meant not getting to play outside. I’m still not particularly fond of it when I have my commute to work ahead, but when I have no particular place I have to go, it’s a lot like snow: Let ‘er rip.
Full disclosure: I love storms. I never wish for harm or damage, but it is an adrenaline rush when a storm does roll in. Perhaps I was conditioned during my years as a newspaper reporter, hopping in a car to rush out to get photos of damage.Read More