So I'm walking home a little while ago, heading down the bridge that connects Lorain and Carnegie (can't remember which street name it bears), and just as I'm about 5 steps in front of the first set of awesome giant sculpture things, it starts raining ... hard.
It kept up until I was about 40 yards in front of the next set of awesome giant sculpture things, and then settled into a nice, steady drizzle.
It made me chuckle a bit, as I, of course, was sans umbrella or, well, anything remotely resembling protective rain gear.
It was glorious.
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It's was the Lorain Carnegie Bridge but has been renamed the Hope Memorial Bridge (after Bob)
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