Tues Nov 1: Dark and stormy / Looking out over the rooftops, and down between the buildings onto flashes of asphalt, you can see a dull sheen that means it rained sometime last night. James said as much yesterday, addressing a customer wondering why he had already tarped over half of his outdoor wares. “Rain tonight.” As he stumped back up into the house, he passed JR and I deep in the high shelves of milk crates in the driveway, hunting for something like wine glasses in advance of our first Thanksgiving hosting a few weeks from now. I asked him his source, and he replied, “The big man, y’know, the one