02/16/13 - 1:20pm
This last Thursday was a day like any other except that I had to make a special run to the ville to pick up some unique flowers.
Unfortunately last Thursday was also programmed by the weather gremlins to be a foul mixture of wind gusts weaving through the area herding around alternating cantankerous snow squalls and spiteful rain blasts.
Being a careful guy I took a look at the regional radar to see when I’d get a break. All I saw was a wall of deep green moving up the inlet and a forecast note “Things will continue to be the major pits until they aren’t.”