Because at one time I was one, I feel that I am the perfect person to call out some particularly offensive “shoobie-isms” that I’ve encountered this summer. We had no spring this year. June, usually a happy month for folks who live here all year, continued with the gray clouds and rain. Memorial Day was cold and uninviting. And still, they came.

The cheerless weather continued and with a boom, the Fourth of July was upon us. Welcome to Crazy Town.