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Post Matt musings
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A few years ago, when I was working in the Lowcountry, we had yet another whirling messy storm steaming up from the Bahamas. Forgot that one’s name, but it was right large and was projected, with the usual pinpoint accuracy of all the weather channel nabobs, to make landfall somewhere between Miami and New York. You had all the usual suspects – pretty little brainless TV Twinkies dressed in rain slickers and duck boots standing in brilliant sunshine to bring you the latest report that the storm was nowhere nearby but could be turning this place into an aquarium within the next 48 hours.