When I was a kid and my father was stationed in Keflavik (Iceland) we had a storm come up the first year we were there...1978.

I had totally forgotten the name, but remembered the storm being something strange. Dad reminded me that it was "Hope."

We had a crazy summer that year in Iceland...our midnight babeball games were sometimes played in 50 degree temps, and then a few nights later in snow.

Iceland was THE coolest place to be a kid, though. I was there 4-6th grade.

WX patterns were COMPLETELY whacked, though, since we had the Gulf Stream circling us.

Good times.

/Anton