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Friday, September 3, 2010
Thank You, Hurricane Earl
To paraphrase the Water Rat in The Wind in the Willows, "...there is NOTHING--absolute nothing--half so much worth doing as simply messing about in [tropical storm surge waves].
Really, they're like the ones in Southern California, except better. That's because I can smell caramel corn from the beach.