The Late Snow

Sit back and have a snack and watch the “Late Snow.”

Dig it. Hey, you don’t have to. It’s going to be gone by Tuesday. Two weeks from now, we’ll be raking the grass and seeding, fertilizing, cooking out.

It’s over, but watch it. Winter’s last gasp can slip us right into the hospital if we’re too cavalier.

Anyone thinking, like me, this is our last winter here? Absolutely. Yeah, sure. I’ve said that for the last 10, 12 years. I still vow to be a snowbird. Key West (Hemmingway), Phoenix, where I have relatives, CA – far away but there’re good friends there. Let’s float down to Peru.

Thinking too deeply on this – not deeply enough – has anyone besides Ed Wynn and Fred MacMurray tried to control the weather in the last 45 years?

C’mon all you young techies. Someone among you should at least come up with a temp dome that could cover the northern cities and maybe farmlands, if you can’t figure out how to mess with the weather. I think the Russians tried. Link us if you know.

Meantime time, curse it or enjoy. It won’t be here much longer. Thanks, God. See you next Christmas. Maybe.