It's 35 degrees outside, dark,depressing, and it's pouring rain. The calendar claims it's May, but I think there's been a mix-up somewhere. Everyone is saying this is the coldest and rainiest spring they can remember. "Worst May ever" comes up a lot, and I've noticed people eyeing me askance as they make the connection between my moving to Hooterville and the increasing crapitude of the weather. If I don't look out, I'll get run out of town on a rainy rail. At least it will be too wet and windy for the tar and feathers to really stick.