Hurricane Sandy Reminds Me that I Enjoy a Good Natural Disaster, Because I’m a Terrible Human Being

When I was a kid I loved a good storm. I would gather every bucket I could find and place them around the back of our house to catch the rainwater pouring down eaves. While it rained I'd man the buckets, moving them to more efficient places, pouring smaller pails into bigger containers. I'd keep these buckets for weeks after the storm until the water turned brown from dirt and dead leaves and I would have to dump them out. Maybe I kept the water because we lived in a desert, or maybe because I … [Read more...]