Remarkably, Rice remained closed for all but essential personnel again today. I can’t remember this ever happening before but if you’ve been paying attention you know why: it finally stopped raining but there’s still water all over the place. This was really a bad one and, ominously, I can hear thunder again right now.
Here’s a striking photograph taken by our friend Neil Brennan on the day after a big rainstorm in 1942. It’s sort of pretty but it’s not hard to imagine how Rice got its reputation for harboring massive swarms of mosquitos back in those days:
Better luck tomorrow, everybody.
Bonus: I just like the way it sounds.