Oh how happy I would have been to trade a few minutes of weather from that day we buried the guy for what we had today at the unveiling of the monument.
Just watched a couple of talking heads at CNN announce that the first power outages of the "Frankenstorm" occurred just north of Atlanta, 700 miles south of the storm's eye.
Earlier in the day, 700 miles west of that eye, we had that cold front moving through, the one that's heading up to meet with Hurricane Sandy to create that Frankenstorm.
We'd had an uneventful drive down, but just as we're pulling into the Pardes Chaim cemetery all frankenhell breaks loose.
When we get out of the car there's howling wind and rain and sleet and I swear I even saw snowflakes.
Umbrellas were being blown inside out. Toupees and kippas were blowing in the wind...
The attending Rabbi pulled off the shortest unveiling service in the history of death; about seven minutes.
And somewhere Murray Zidenberg was having the last laugh.
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