Chicagoans are fond of saying that the bad weather serves a purpose; it keeps the riff-raff away. It also has occurred to me that it doesn’t take any imagination or courage to live someplace where the weather is great (Yes, I’m looking at you Allisen, proprietor of The Foley House Inn in Savannah, GA 800-647-3708).
But…
As I walked into the 20 mph wind and 43 degree temperatures today (wind chill = 34 degrees!) following a night of downpours that left nine inches of water in the back of my yard, I wonder, WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT VOLUNTEERS FOR THIS? It’s MAY. It’s the end of MAY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH US?!
Posted by Mark Wegener 
The Local Paper 