The weather is well worth a columnistic mention. We’ve gotten meteorologically bounced about of late, particularly by the wind gods … and goddesses. Again, maintaining my political correctness.

Wind is the bearer of floods. When storming, it throws the ocean into conniption fits. In return, the ocean calls on its little buddy, the bay, to do its rising-water dirty work. Virtually all coastal flooding, both storm and astronomical, has bay roots. Bay roots? Isn’t that the capital of Lebanon?

On LBI, rising bay waters snake in on cats’ feet, lithely and silently emerging from the sewer grates, occasionally…