Scudding Clouds

My friend Myra went on a rampage yesterday. (This should explain to most people why she’s my friend, one of my most beloved, as it happens.) “I HATE THEM!” she shrieked, as various teenagers looked on contemptuously. “WHAT DOES SCUDDING EVEN MEAN?” We double checked, just in case scudding did not, in fact, mean moving along [...]