The road from my hotel to the office took me around the back of St. John's, Newfoundland. Up and over the hill, in front of the Confederation Building, through the fog to the mall. Yes, the newspaper in St. John's is in a mall, but I digress. So there I was, daydreaming, driving the same route I'd driven every day for the past three weeks when I saw the most beautiful view. There it all was, the harbor, the rocks, the Atlantic ocean. Why had I not noticed this before? Well, because this was the first time in three weeks that I'd seen the sun. It was the first time in three weeks that the fog had lifted to the point where I could see for more than 50 yards in any direction. Later that afternoon, after the sun went away, I was walking to lunch with one of the locals and talking about the depressing, gray weather. "This is actually a pretty nice day for Newfoundland," he said. "It's not raining." I should mention, this was a man who'd moved to Newfoundland from California. It seems the fog had eaten his soul and crushed his spirit. Can't see the slideshow? Click ...