I wasn't thinking quickly enough to shake my fist, but when the jogger I dragooned into photographic service said it would look like "Anger Station," I did at least put on a slight mug. It was raining, though not really storming, when I passed through here. I love that name, Storm King. Like Shakespeare, or Confucianism, where divine-right rule means heavy resonance between heavenly and human spheres.

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