We all should be frozen to death by now, according to thirty years ago.
Then every year someone else gives another ten year prediction. But now
scientists have smartened up and the predictions are more like seventy
years to avoid embarrassment before their own demise.
Dentist office, sometime in the late '60s, early '70s, back before my first enlistment and when I still had teef.
Time Magazine. Mom insisted that I read the article. We were gonna die.
Frozen. Corpscicles. Ice to the equator.
They wanna impress me, they need to predict the drought in the summer of 2011, and the wet, early spring we had here in 2012.
I'll stick with watching the mesquite blossoms and oak trees.
/johnny