Heh. When I was 6 my parents sent me to spend part of the summer with my cousins in Wisconsin. I was dumbfounded when it rained in July. I thought that it wasn't possible to rain between Easter and Thanksgiving.

No rain for me, it seems to have bypassed Sactown.

On my way home tonight I yelled at a driver to put away his blackberry. And he did, at least as far as I could see. It always helps to use my Dad Voice.