It rained Friday. Woo woo. We got a very impressive half an inch of rain, and as usual, it was a big major deal — two days of Storm Watch beforehand, hourly reports as the half an inch headed south from San Francisco, then Santa Barbara, then Ventura, then all the follow-up stories that night that said, "It rained today, half an inch."
Maybe it's because I'm not from here, but I will never figure out why we get so knotted up about the weather, which is about as wimpy as weather can get and still be called weather.
Is this the best weather in the world? Most people think so.
But it did get me to thinking, which is never good: If we have the best weather in the world, who has the worst weather in the world?