Mist, mist go away
Several years ago (the VCR era to be exact), the wife and I got cozy on the couch to watch The Blair Witch Project. Big mistake. The next day we flew up to Maine for a week in the woods. Just me and her and 12,763 acorns falling onto our cabin's tin roof each night.
Which brings me to my point: That wet fog that's blanketing downtown right now? That might be charming elsewhere -- San Fran perhaps. But not Greensboro. Not after we went to the movies last night and saw The Mist.