I was fairly certain that El Duderino would probably be the only Air Force trained weather specialist I would ever meet. I of course was wrong. Not only did I meet two other gentleman of the same prior service experience one of them even had the same first name as The Dude. The picture is from one of the weatherman's apartment complex in the foothills of the Catalinas. Some one dubbed it Beach Drink Easter. It's a little fuzzy but then again so were we.
Actual text message I received this morning from the weatherman read as follows:
"Rabbit Fur Coat Brings the Flood of a Century That Looked Like a Blonde on Blonde. Beach Drink Easter hurt my head.”
We listened to a lot of Dylan and some Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins which may explain the non sequiturs.
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We're everywhere. I was fishing on the West Branch of The farmington in New Hartford when I noticed a guy with the same rod & reel combo I was using, which for the North East is kind of odd. I struck up a conversation with him to discover that he was a commissioned officer in the USAF and a Weather Man. He also went to the same high school I did. Furthermore it turns out that he's stationed out in Washington near where my wifes folk live. Small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it.
How funny. You guys looks so swank there.
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