Know The Weather Months In Advance
Ask anybody in Our Fair City what the weather will be like months in advance, yea, a year in advance, and they will tell you. It has to be a particular date, the Fine Arts Fiesta on Public Square, and the answer will be: rain. No exceptions.
It’s become a local joke. You find out the date of the Fiesta and people will say, “Well, I guess we won’t be doing any outdoor yard work that weekend.”
One year, some of the tents got blown down. I’m sure we’re due for a major mine subsidence – not just anywhere in the Valley, but only under Public Square. It’s the Curse of the Fine Arts Fiesta, one of the nicest events this city has each year.
How? Why? Is it the evil spirit of the forever-damned mine owners who wish to once again crush the spirit of the residents? It’s not working, guys; every year we look forward to the weekend and we laugh at the rain, we laugh at the winds. You raped us once with your sordid practices and now, having reclaimed our Valley and our spirits, we rejoice in the beauty of what our hands can produce.
We are in the third day and the sun has finally come out. The temperature is just a bit on the cool side, but a jacket will take care of that. The Fiesta will keep us going until the Farmers’ Market starts up for its four-month run on the Square.
The Square, alive and often a focus of activity, rain or shine.
It’s become a local joke. You find out the date of the Fiesta and people will say, “Well, I guess we won’t be doing any outdoor yard work that weekend.”
One year, some of the tents got blown down. I’m sure we’re due for a major mine subsidence – not just anywhere in the Valley, but only under Public Square. It’s the Curse of the Fine Arts Fiesta, one of the nicest events this city has each year.
How? Why? Is it the evil spirit of the forever-damned mine owners who wish to once again crush the spirit of the residents? It’s not working, guys; every year we look forward to the weekend and we laugh at the rain, we laugh at the winds. You raped us once with your sordid practices and now, having reclaimed our Valley and our spirits, we rejoice in the beauty of what our hands can produce.
We are in the third day and the sun has finally come out. The temperature is just a bit on the cool side, but a jacket will take care of that. The Fiesta will keep us going until the Farmers’ Market starts up for its four-month run on the Square.
The Square, alive and often a focus of activity, rain or shine.
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NEPA is the most "hard to predict" weather area in the nation.
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