Remembering a blizzard in Maine, when I was four; remembering a blizzard in 1966 and getting stuck in a Glass Host turnpike-side restaurant for three days; remembering a fresh ‘good snowfall’ in Denver on 01/02/77; and now, sitting in Louisiana, watching the global warmist Eastern seaboard-based Weather Channel flagellate themselves while exhorting the rest of the nation to join in their misery, in my tshirt, scrubs and slippysocks with a predicted high of 61 degrees.
Do you know Judy Collins’ brilliant song “The Blizzard”? About a lady stuck in a restaurant in Colorado during a snowstorm.