Wet

Ah, winter is coming to Northeast Ohio. 6(ish) months of unrelenting gray skies, joint-tweaking damp cold, astronomical heating bills.

6(ish) months of water cooler conversation that generally begin with "Can you believe how crappy this weather is?" and end with "Can you believe how crappy the Browns are?"

6(ish) months of all the defensive driving school flunkees being allowed to roam at will upon our highways and bi-ways (whatever the heck a bi-way is).

6(ish) months of my golf clubs complaining that I don't love them anymore. Actually, that one is easier to take, given that, clearly, my golf clubs don't love me, either.

6(ish) months of wondering why my Grandfather -- having just stepped off the boat and knowing no one in America -- decided that Cleveland would be the place to settle. Not Tampa, or Houston, or San Diego....Cleveland. Wacky sense of humor, those Danes.

C'mon, indians. Send us a bit of that special summer you've been secreting away, before we fall inexorably into WASP Winter.