If this were a perfect life, there would be no perfume in magazines, newsprint wouldn’t come off on your fingers, dogs would walk themselves in the snow, and algebra would really come in handy every day. But it is not a perfect life. So all that stuff happens…and doesn’t happen. This winter has been part of this less than perfect life. But I’m telling you the snow part is Over. No more snow. (Don’t fight with me if we get a dusting. I’m talking about SNOW. Pilots note the kind of snow I’m talking about as SN+)
How do I know this?…you will ask. Big Louie the guy in my book told me. Ok. Laugh if you want. But you wait and see. The next SN+ isn’t going to happen till next Christmas.