|My prediction: A flood|
of really bad “Izzy Tizzy” pun headlines during
the next 24 hours.
Iz this made for blow hards, or what? Maybe it was better before we had weather satellites and related technology that enable TV jurno-tainers the luxury of days and days to scare the beejeezus out of people who, despite apparent conventional wisdom, do in all probability, have the sense to come in out of the rain. As I sit here watching a beautiful sunset in our nation’s capital, the news is filled with reports of the federal government (even the Metro) shutting down tomorrow (or, at least, the non-essential part…but don’t get me started on that). Really, from the hyperbolic reports, you would think the Washington Monument is about to get blown over. Take a deep breath, people. We’re going to survive. As my travels during the next 24 hours precede, roughly, the path of Isabel, I guess I should not look over my shoulder. I’m happy to report that I successfully received that raincoat from Nashville via fedex.