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  •  In the fifties but raining like h3ll (12+ / 0-)

    It got light around 7 but then it got dark at about 10, like almost nighttime dark. And the sky opened up with a vengeance.
    It may be the day of the Horse, but the horses are standing out there looking mighty put upon by the deluge.
    Not that we don't need the water. We're 17 inches low for the year and the water table is way down for this time of year. Seems like it stays wetter in the spring and dryer in the fall now than it used to.
    "Now when he says that he's afraid,
    just take him at his word,
     but for the price that  the poor boy has paid,
    he gets to sing just like a bird"
    The first band I was in that I was the singer (no longer the drummer), I was so terrified of center stage that I hid behind the PA stack for the whole show, this disembodied voice from nowhere. The second night, however, the guitarists nailed my mic stand to the floor and ducttaped the mic to it. When I discovered that being the lead singer enabled me to pick my dates from the stage, I never looked back!
    Man! Listen to that rain! It's roaring on the roofs!
    I may just have to go out and dance in it.

    If I ran this circus, things would be DIFFERENT!

    by CwV on Mon Dec 10, 2012 at 08:35:33 AM PST

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