Just for the record:

It's November 10, and I've spent the day outside wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

This should answer the question why Displaced Yankees don't go back home.

I have a suggestion for Atlanta's meteorologists/weathercasters/radio DJs who read the weather. Everyday, I hear this:The forecast for the next several days is highs around 90, very humid, with a chance of isolated thunderstorms in the late afternoon into the night. Thunderstorms may be severe, with lightning and the chance of flash floods, but ( Read more... )

It must be absolutely POURING down rain within a mile of here. Just a bit of thunder, but the light outside is yellow. Not white. Not dusk gray. Yellow.

Very scary.