If Randy Nueman has it right and it never rains in Southern California, how is it that Kasi, our lovable but dreadfully IQ-challenged golden retriever, was pummeled with hail the size of grapefruits today as she bolted out the back door in her never-ending pursuit of the fun-loving squirrels who frolic in the poplar trees in our backyard? LA doesn’t know from weather. A little healthy rain here and the freeways instantly turn into mind numbing cement corridors of accident-packed parking lots (their natural state on 9 out of 10 weekdays in any case).
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