The last time we were in California, and Paul wanted me to experience Venice Beach, the radio was full of dire warning about rain showers, and the beach was uncharacteristically empty. The few people there were in long-sleeved sweatshirts despite the fact that it was (in my reckoning) barely drizzling. I remarked as such to Paul, and he said, "Karen, in LA, this is what counts as a rainy day!"
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