Everyone tell your favorite fog stories!
Mine was when I was 16, and my sister, mom and I were vacationing in Maine. We drove up to Quaddy Head State Park, the easternmost point of the US, just to say we'd been there, and had the most atmospheric, awesome beach experience I've ever had. It was so foggy you couldn't see 15 feet in front of you, so there was almost no one else there, and we strolled along the beach, listening to the seals barking on a vaguely-seen outcrop of rock several yards away. Add to that the occasional blare of the lighthouse foghorn and flare of its light, and it was just so cool!
Everyone tell your favorite fog stories!
Once I was visiting a lighthouse, and it was really foggy, and the sound of the foghorn called some giant prehistoric creature out of the deep - apparently it thought the foghorn was a mating call.
Wait, that was a Ray Bradbury story.
No, not "foolishly". 'Cuz that's what it looks like. A giant silver bean.
Yeah, those are some great statues, and it's always good to call attention to them, but I'm unimpressed with the photography and the commentary they've attached. You can do better, Tribune.
My team, the Royals, are actually not the worst team in baseball. They are not even the worst team in the AL.
t cries
At least we still have King Felix.
t runs off to USS Mariner and Lookout Landing to make sure we haven't somehow lost Felix
Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the AL part.
(coming in late) shrift, you know, Marine dress blues include a sword.
I once got caught in a white-out while driving to Boston from NJ. Couldn't see a thing. We finally took an exit ramp just to get off the highway, figuring that side roads would be safer, and ended up at this strip mall that had a 24-hour Chinese restaurant. The food was horrible, but it was midnight and we were hungry and tired. We never did figure out where we actually were.
Wait, that was a Ray Bradbury story.
Well, she didn't say "your favorite fog stories of non-fictional things that actually happened to you personally," so I suppose the Ray Bradbury story counts, in a sort of hand-wavey way.
No cake or parties at work, but I did get unexpected free sushi at lunch, so that was nice.
(And feeling really, really bad for Susan every time the Mariners fall down. We have our strong local loyalties but it's no fun to have other Buffistas feeling actively lousy about their teams.)
Thanks, JZ! It takes a big heart to feel the pain of the losers in your own division.
If I could bundle up the fog and pass it your way, I would. We had smoky haze yesterday, but this is definitely foggy-fog-fog blowing in from the ocean, with November levels of cold and that unpleasant damp that goes right to your bones.
Seriously? I'm still getting the mix of fog+smoke. I can tell because of the exciting fun way my eyes tear up and my throat gets scratchy every time I step outside.
rethinks visiting the Zmayhems this weekend. considers bringing a personal space heater.
