The fiery breath of June, like a wrathful mythological beast, scalded and singed the delicate flesh and suffocated the psyche and spirit with stifling humidity.  The world had grown still and silent aside from the occasional hiss of wind.  Until the creature retreated with the setting sun, flora and fauna sought…

Soaked and steeped like a lady finger dipped in coffee, the landscape is saturated, and the local creeks, streams, and retention ponds are again on the brink of overrunning their banks.  The bit of sun and wind that graced our area yesterday was helpful, but it simply wasn’t enough.  Monday night’s…

  So, for the last 4-6 weeks, crews had been working diligently (I use that term very loosely) on Route 83.  It’s an annual thing.  You can almost set your watch to it.  What they were working on, I’ll never know.  As I said, it’s become a custom, like great…