Under leaden skies........

I know there’s a sun up there. It’s just hiding. In years past I c’d always jump in my car and go up the hill and that jolly old sun’d be up there rollin’ round heaven all day.....(too maudlin for ya? I don’t care.) I miss ‘Ol Sol’....it’s easy to understand why the pasty-faced denizens of Seattle (rainy old Orey-goners) go even whackier when they get the occasional sunny day. Their famous grey skies also explain most of their erratic behavior.
I s’poze the abundance of sunny days in California explains our unfounded optimism in the face of earthquakes, fires, floods, mudslides and other disasters, natural and other that seem to threaten Californians on a daily basis. (It might also explain the popularity of Ah-nold but that’s a ‘nother hole story).
At any rate, in case you haven’t grasped the point of this ramble, I miss the sun.
“Blue skies, smilin’ at me.........” As a once upon a time salesman, blue sky is trade terminology for selling something that doesn’t really exist. But California is a real place. At least, I’m pretty sure that it’s real. Or very close to real. Or maybe, as that famed philospher, William Jefferson Clinton once opined, it all depends on what you mean by the word ‘is’...........Justin Other Smith