Making old snow new again
Middle of February — and the snow looks like it will last forever.
Middle of February — and the snow looks like it will last forever.
Dialysis is an experience.
Only one snowflake was wanted. It was a snow storm. Its like not seen in many years, the storm made tatters of the highways and grown men whimpered in the onslaught of frozen precipitation.
New year, new neighbor. The Star City has moved up in the ranks of civilized places to reside.
Talking trash this week.
The South Koreans make much with little space. The County could learn a lot. Potato fields no longer feed spuds like they used to. In the last 40 years the acreage has declined. This is not bad. It is a sign that we are maturing as a farming area.
The cold season has arrived. Between now and April this means layers of material cloaking the body.
Carnage, mayhem, and millions dead and maimed. The combatants declared an armistice. By decree this event was assigned to the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. It was hoped that men learned the lesson of such senseless slaughter.
“It was a casualty of the situation.” That sentence came to mind following the big blow two week ago, when howling winds left thousands without power. Wind storms, rain and lightning, drifting snow all make connecting to the power grid a bit of a chore. The power company crews are for the most part immune to the fright of such storms. It’s just another day at the office.