Chatted a bit with an elderly couple traveling west while we all consumed our motel RDA of grape jelly and toast. We are all staring at the Weather Channel report of Hurricane Charley's devastation in Florida. I say that I hope the next storms don't hit New Mexico. Huh??? The couple and the motel clerk stare at me.
"One of them is named Earl", I say.
"Yup. Earl could do that", says the elderly lady firmly.
I know we are both seeing Hurricane Earl in our imaginations as a sweaty fat guy wearing a gimme cap and overalls with no shirt. We wink at each other.