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Call me the rainmaker (I guess)
Back in the late 80s there was a drought that was really messing with middle America's farmers. They had not had rain in months. I was taking a bike ride to Sturgis and blew off packing any foul weather because there was no way it was going to rain.
As fate would have it, wherever I went, it rained; some places it was so bad I would have to get a motel so I could dry my clothes. Fast forward to 2014.
Northern California has been in a severe drought . . . up until I got here. It has not stopped! It isn't just drizzling, it is pouring. Locals have been asking me if I can stick around a couple months.
I would be waterlogged if I did.
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