Historic Meteorology

At the end of a long day of violin lessons, I was waiting with my final student for her mom to return. She's a talented little ten-year-old, with pink Adidas glasses and two ponytails of thick, black hair. We fell to talking about the weather, since the clouds outside were particularly dark and ominous.

"Yeah," she said, "those are some big Columbus clouds."

Who knew that Columbus was a meteorologist?

Fortunately, I was able to stifle my laugh...