“It’s never like this,” everyone said about the torrential rains for five days in LA. After they proudly announced, “We don’t know how to drive in the rain.” As they were driving. We were on our way to the 60th Birthday of a dear friend, and had looked forward to a few days winter respite in sunny CA. I’m not whining. After the misery in Haiti, there was no room for complaint.
“It’s not the rain but the snow cap in the mountains that really matters.” Since there is no guttering in LA, the torrents laked the streets as it ran off into the Pacific. I thought of a new career: The Rainy Day Driving School. When I left LA the rains followed me to Missouri and I considered hiring myself out to drought-stricken countries. New career: Personal Dowser.