The All Clear
How do we know when it’s safe?” my wife asked me. It was a good question for which I had no answer. Reluctantly, she had climb down into our dirty, three-foot-high crawlspace with me. An unpleasant feat made awkward in slippers and a robe and made more difficult with well-worn joints. The spiderwebs didn’t help any either. I don’t usually resort to such drastic measures with news of severe weather, but this time the local siren sounded. That’s serious! So… Read More »The All Clear