A drippy front moved in and met a sympathetic cold spot and the next thing you knew it was hailing in San Ramon and environs Tuesday – the flatlands getting a nice little dusting before things moved along.
Wax Up! Another Six Inches And We’re Skiing In The 24/680!
A cell hit Moraga also.
Sure did. We had our galvanized tubs out – sounded like the opening sequence to Saving Private Ryan there for a bit.
Galvanized tubs (plurall)!! I’ve never been invited.
It’s a pleasing sound. Natural percussion. Or heavenly steel drum if you lean toward the island rhythms.