I figured, since we were going into Easter weekend with everything going on in Baltimore and points beyond, I’d chill out a bit. Be done with depressing news and political rants.
I thought maybe I’d tell you guys a story about a real place where something once really happened, and it was really pretty cool when it was all said and done.
‘Cuz America.
Gather round children, and you shall hear,
Of the storm that roared in and ruined our year.
It was late summer in 2004. We were all sitting in Pensacola, holding our breaths as the rest of the state was repeatedly sideswiped or smacked by one hurricane after another. The fact that none of them seemed to wind up where they were predicted only added to everyone’s anxiety level. The worst offender so far had been Hurricane Charley’s hard right turn into Punta Gorda, well south of the angled track they’d predicted into Tampa, and north.
And…
