Forgive me if I develop a nervous twitch every time the TV weather folks mention Tropical Storm Alberto. I wasn’t real fond of the first Alberto, which blew out of the Gulf of Mexico, then stalled over north-central Georgia, in July 1994. He left me – and most of the city of Macon – without running water for 19 days.
My niece Hunter did something last week that I would never have expected her to do. She jumped out of an airplane. Of course, she was wearing a parachute at the time, but that doesn’t make what she did any less surprising.