There's a stretch of weather that doesn't look good coming for this weekend. This is a field, shrouded in fog, that I pass often heading into the city. Days like this, in a time past, were outlets for coloring books, board games the likes of Monopoly, and Clue. It was also a time to shut the bedroom door, lie on the bed and pick up my copy of the latest Hardy Boys mystery. Shhhhh! I even enjoyed a guilty pleasure: hitting a few of my shag golf balls into the fog towards old man Bustin's house. Hey, I had to do something til the weather cleared.