I truly hate to do it, but… here’s some lyrics seared into my brain by an over-earnest folk singer years ago:
He wonders about the wind and the rain
how they live so long
how they stand the pain
Source unknown, but my hat’s off to this scribe. What on earth could it mean? Pain? Wind? I’m keeping said author in mind right now, as everybody turns the freakout knob to 11 in preparation for this weekend’s wind, rain and pain. Big E’s in Easthampton, sources disclose, now looks like a Soviet grocery circa 1975. People are running off the roads in terror, buying so much milk you have to figure they’re gonna be sucking down 18 lattes per hour in order to keep freaking out with sufficient fervor.
Last I checked: 3-9 percent chance of category one hurricane, 69 percent chance of tropical storm. So lots of wind, lots of rain, not so much pain. But lots of milk!
Who knows? It could be bad. But 91 percent says it won’t be. So I just wish I’d invested in dairy futures.
