I'm pretty excited for the upcoming hurricane action. 50-mph wind gusts? Thunderstorms? Sideways rain? Bring it on, baby. This kind of weather always reminds me of when my aunt lived here in the mid-1980s. She had graduated from Smith and was living in an apartment in that huge, tall, olive-green victorian on Crescent Street. There was a hurricane and she got into the house's little cupola thing - there's a term for it, it's a little square room on the very top of the house with windows on all sides - to be as close as possible to the wind and the rain without getting wet. It's no wonder she went on to get her masters in poetry.