First I met an Arthur, actually an Arturo, who caused trouble in my life.

Then I met Arthur.  No, Arthur is not an person, he, she or it is a storm that invaded Boston a couple of days ago.  And invade he/she/it did.  There were the warnings.  There was talk of rain, lots of rain.  But Arthur left us alone for the duration of the fireworks.  Actually until after the fireworks, when I saw something that I have never seen in my entire life.

I’m standing on Main Street in Cambridge and off in the distance, there is a mass of rain off in the distance.  For some reason, I didn’t think this mass of rain would reach me.  That was kind of a stupid thought because it did quickly reach me.  And when it did, everyone RAN in other directions, like in a movie where Godzilla appears.  Very interesting.

But Arthur didn’t ruin the fireworks, thank god: