Greetings, my fellow port swillers and happy Independence Day!
Ol’ Robbo has so far celebrated the country’s birthday today by getting up at the crack of dawn to nip out to southwestern Pennsylvania to retrieve the younger gels from their summah camp.
On the way home this afternoon, cresting the various heights of the Allegheny, Blue Ridge and Catoctin ranges, we could actually see Hurricane Arthur on the far eastern horizon, a solid bank of cloud with smaller, darker strata scudding around its edges and that incredibly vibrant blue sky above which, I read somewhere, has something to do with the enormous amounts of ozone that a hurricane flings into the upper atmosphere.
Meanwhile, the wind has been whipping out of the northwest all day – straight toward the thing. One could almost see the air being dragged in by that enormous low pressure vacuum. These macro moments always give ol’ Robbo a bit of a shiver.
Just thought I’d share.
Anyhoo, I am now taking a break with the help of Dr. Pimm before I set about getting ready to grill burgers and dogs for a few friends we’re having over to Port Swiller Manor. I gather the idea is for some of us to go on over to the local high school to see our municipal fireworks display afterward. I hope all y’all have an equally festive day today!