…full of ice…
Looks more like full of grays…
Just can’t get away from religion or sports………
And he’ll call the wind Maria
And the next hail can be called Caesar.
Sounds like the right name.
Sounds to me like he’s getting desperate.
Right on Horace! That’s just not fair! All the big storms, rumbling like empty barrels and bringing nothing but troubles are named. While all the small weathers, bringing nice smooth conditions, are not named! Would be nice, if mild comforting summer breeze was named like Emily. People would say like: “Do you still remember Emily? Of course! How could I forget Emily’s fondling?”
Heinlein wrote a cute little story ( Our Fair City ) about a sentient whirlwind named Kitten.
Oh hail no!
July 31, 2015