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June 9, 2009
The street in front of the office was a river this morning. The intersection of both streets is at the bottom of two hills, where the shoreline suddenly rises to become The Island. I stood there under my umbrella as the rain pounded down, watching in dismay as the torrents swirled, swelled, and gave no indication of letting up any time soon. The alternative was to plunge forward and certainly get my feet wet, or to stand there and certainly get myself and my feet wet. I need to get galoshes to keep in my car for similar future eventualities.