This like a gift from the Almighty Himself!
To the tune of Twin's famous quote about the exaggeration of the news of his death, let's have a little fun at the expense of the rest of the human race!
As I write this, the temperatures outside hover in the 20s and 30s and the ground is covered with a thin layer of snow and ice.
It's interesting how seemingly casual, light-hearted conversations can sometimes take on lives of their own and wind up in places that were never intended. I suppose it happens often enough to be no great surprise, but it seems to me that it's a bit more rare to find yourself...
He was always happy and full of life and fearless and resilient... and he was never sick.
Ever.
When I arrived at the spot where I would have to await the transfer, I was amazed by how much snow the city plows had pushed up, over, and around the waiting area. The snow bank must have been three or four feet deep and would have otherwise rendered the bus stop useless save for the brave soul that had carved out enough of it to be able to get inside and away from the wind.
I began to wind myself up. I started bitching out loud about the utter lack of care or concern, on the part of the city, over how important it was to provide safe access to city services for those of us out here that rely so heavily on them. And just about the time I had worked out my “flaming hate letter” to the new mayor in my head, Sweet Baby James started singing in my ear :
