Last weekend, a big snow storm. This morning: a thunderstorm in February.
That maniacal supervillian has obviously cranked up his weather modification machine. Someone save us! Tom Ridge, where are you?!
Last weekend, a big snow storm. This morning: a thunderstorm in February.
That maniacal supervillian has obviously cranked up his weather modification machine. Someone save us! Tom Ridge, where are you?!
When I was a kid, I would sometimes spend the night at the firehouse where my dad worked — station 9, which is up a steep hill from my house.
I just went out to get something out of my trunk, and Diego followed me, barking as the screen door opened. When I came back to the front door, I saw something behind the screen door, between it and the front door [more...]
You know, all those people who were complaining about plows not getting to their streets should just take another look. Today I ventured out to my office, and discovered every road treated and plowed — even Beach [more...]
