Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Usually it’s another month or so before ol’ Robbo has to deal with thunderstorms on his drive home in the evening but today’s possibly-tornado-packing big boomer caught him just as he was crossing the Potomac. Wicked pissah of a storm. It was as I crawled along the bridge in the midst of the tempest that the thought came back to me that a rag top on a car is absolutely no protection whatsoever against lightning strikes.
Road closures all over the neighborhood forced me to tack widely around before I could finally get back to Port Swiller Manor, there only to discover that the power was out and the driveway was an inland sea due to the drains all being plugged by debris.
Ah, well. Just like Helen Hunt back in the day, tt’s the wonder of nature, baybee!
Yeah, I think I’ll toss that movie into the Netflix queue now that I’m thinking about it.
(By the bye, did anyone else get that creepy National Alert System announcement earlier in the afternoon? I heard it on the radio, but I gather it was simultaneously flashed out over other broadcast systems as well.