I won't even mention the weather. At times like these (dark and stormy for five days in a row), it's better to dig deep into one's inventory of images and choose whatever blue skies strike your/my fancy ... then try to climb, drive, think, drink, eat, primp, pray or fly in that general direction. Which leads me to ask why do those planes — those old gray C-somethings from Quonset?? — fly quite so low (and slow) in their incessant runs over Newport and Jamestown?? I'm all for preparedness, but I find it rather creepy ...
