The Day dawned cloudy n’ o’ercast here in NE Ohio, reminding me of a line from the late and very-great Warren Zevon: “don’t the sky look kinda’ dirty? Don’t it look kinda chewed-on, like??” The humidity was high enough that some reports were filed of fish swimming straight out of Lake Erie and into the air for upwards to 3 minutes at a time. I found myself o’er at Doc’s Place, as he had called me up on that newfangled invention that our neighbours ‘cross th’ pond call “the moe-bile” and asked i