In my last post, I said that 1968 was a “fun year.” No. No, it wasn’t a fun year. It was tragic, really. I’m sorry.
Miscellany
July here on the Outer Banks was brutal weatherwise. Lots of rain and heat. August gave us a few days of early October.
The climate crazies are worried that the hurricane season isn’t all that the Chicken Littles (get it?) had hope…
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