I tell my son he should have been a meteorologist. He’s 11. Here in the greater Seattle area, our imminent doom lies not with the weather (rainy and relatively benign), but rather the many faults surrounding us…(the physical, rather than metaphorical, faults - you know, cracks in the Earth’s crusty part prone to quaking)…which I dutifully ignore.
GETTING PIZ-AID
GETTING PIZ-AID
GETTING PIZ-AID
I tell my son he should have been a meteorologist. He’s 11. Here in the greater Seattle area, our imminent doom lies not with the weather (rainy and relatively benign), but rather the many faults surrounding us…(the physical, rather than metaphorical, faults - you know, cracks in the Earth’s crusty part prone to quaking)…which I dutifully ignore.