Those of you who have lived in the Northwest for a while know the drill...
A thunderstorm rolls through, we cover it extensively, and the chiding comes cascading in.
"You call that a thunderstorm? When I lived in Nebraska, the dog wouldn't even flinch for those."
"Eh, back in Texas, we'd even keep playing golf in those puny storms."
A few weeks later, it snows three inches. Schools are canceled, traffic grinds to a halt, we cover it extensively, and the chiding comes cascading in.
"Back in Buffalo, we call that a flurry."
"In Minneapolis, we go swimming in this."
Or, as Microsoft employees in Redmond might remember in a smirking letter from Microsoft's Fargo manager to their employees during our snow storm last December: "Please exercise normal caution driving and walking on campus as you are more likely to be attacked by a bunny than slip and fall on the ice."
But now, redemption.
I've been saving this blog entry all summer, waiting for today.
Back in May, I was over in the New York City area for a friend's wedding and the media and region were all up in arms because May 7th marked the 7th consecutive day of rain there -- in their top 5 wettest streaks in history, getting close to their all time record of 12 straight days of rain. (Or as we call it, "Christmas Break.") Up the road a bit in Boston, they had had 11 of 12 days with at least a trace of rain.
I grin now because Wednesday marked our seventh consecutive day with rain in Seattle, but did we even really notice? What would have made breathless headlines back East, is old hat here.
So there, we're not complete wimps after all :)