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Okay, the weather thingamabob on my computer just made this weird sound of thunder. Being that I dig thunderstorms and snow, I was not concerned. This afternoon, I sorta hung out, unexpectedly, with a local business diva and she and I had a long talk about grants, economic development (which I used to work in and I truly miss) and Black History in our community.

It was cool because it was a mighty fine conversation and, in all honesty, I felt very much at home with it. I dug finding grants, I just hated writing them. I’d rather write about Bigfoot and politics, bug the crap out of my local politicians (now stop it, I don’t mean that way in a bad way) with ideas about long range plans on domestic violence legislation or my perception of them and run a rural newspaper.

I kinda dig it.

Sometimes, I just want to ramble on about what we can do, instead of what we aren’t doing.

Know what I mean?

And Jon, my dear sweet brother from the east, it’s not the weather bug, but it’s something from the Weather Channel. Do I dump this bad boy?