Well. well. I am struck by the storm here, how all consuming its position of its noise makers and how silent its interiors. I remember years ago when I was freer. Such flight in a day off work because of a blizzard that will ensure potholes do not get filled in the warmer months, and bleed this anemic State into the false smiles and indigestion that only fear and insincerity can summons didn't bat my eyes (then).
Sorry for all the styly script. I recall freer days. Don't you?