By Christopher Munroe
“There’s a storm a’brewin!” Grandpa always used to say.
But, like, always.
He’d say it every single day, regardless of the weather. He went out of his way to wrap every conversation around to the subject of storms, brewings, or the like, just so he could say it.
Grandpa was a little off toward the end, I have to admit.
To make matters worse, whenever there actually WAS a storm, he would claimed that he knew it, that he’d tried to warn us, if we’d only listened to him.
And, technically, it was true, so none of us could disagree…