Until late August, that is. Hurricane Fay got downgraded to a tropical storm but it still managed to wreck havoc on the state of Florida. One of the principal reasons for its negative effectiveness was that it hung around over various parts of the state for days on end. Rain, in some places over two feet of it in two days, made for floods, power outages and frayed tempers. (I sometimes wonder if the tempers are a result of the rain and humidity or the actual barometric depression.) On the day I had planned to fly my trusty Labrador retriever, Corbett, from Tampa back to New Hampshire, the storm squatted squarely in our path over the northern part of the state. My wife, Cathy, was waiting eagerly in New Hampshire to see us; actually, mostly eager to see the dog.