Not around here, of course. Everything is battened down and closed up tight, including my office, while we wait out Hurricane Sandy, a deceptively sweet name for a killer storm.
I've been singing Bruce Springsteen all weekend -- Hey Sandy girl, my my my my my baybay -- but sadly, this Sandy is a ballbuster, hurling rain at the windows in a way that does not really inspire raspy-voiced troubadours in wistful song.
Here's hoping you're safe and dry wherever you are, and don't need a canoe to get you to your next destination.
(River guide, Zimbabwe)
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