Bill D.,

Rod Mc Donald used to be a New York songwriter. I believe he calls Delta, Fla. home now.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. I can hear it on the roof here at work. They will let us go home in a few hours so we only have daylight to deal with the winds and rain. We have flooding already in places that don't flood. I've called my 18 year old son at home. He's holed up with food and water. He should be safe. I'm not going to risk driving to him this evening. I'll stay with Marge who lives much closer. She won't mind ***BG***.

I remember that only a dozen years ago, I would have struck out for home 40 miles away with an "I can do it" attitude. Two hours later, I would make it home and collapse from fatigue. Maybe I'm just growing up.

Roger in Baltimore