Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Twice today I ended up out on the front stoop of my office, listening to the meteorologists critiquing summer stormfronts as they rolled over us. The first time, with everybody worrying over whether the hail would get large enough to damage the cars, the second time, with the boss analyzing the "flank" of the storm, pointing out where the funnel would have spawned if the storm had been more powerful. Yay, thunderstorms. We can be enthusiastic about this sort of thing, because we're deep enough into Appalachia that the mountains have kicked the guts out of any serious tornado or hurricane by the time it arrives on our doorstep. There's just about nothing the sunny months can throw at us which can frighten or alarm. I suppose it's a fair trade for the winter snows.