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[pandonkey]

The evening of September 10, 2001, Doug and I walked to the Blockbuster to return some movies. Halfway there, the sky opened up and we got poured on. Doug talked about a scouting trip where it rained all weekend and they'd cleverly thought they'd need nothing for shelter but a lean-to. They got so wet they stopped bothering with their ponchos and just walked in it. That's how it was that night -- we just got soaked and laughed and didn't care. The next morning, it was bright and clear.