End of summer musings on hundred-year weather events, the history of political histrionics, and other oddities.
By most any living memory, these past few months have brought bizarre and unusual circumstances to these Virginia hills. Three epic blizzards in a winter, summer with nearly 60 days of above 90 degree temperatures, and of course there was that little earthquake on July 16th to ice the cake of strangeness. While I ruminate, a hurricane named Earl is churning up the Atlantic currents, bound at least for a brush with the beaches and who knows what else.