We were missing the snow so much yesterday that we drove all the way to the top of Blacktail Mountain to celebrate Marlene’s 39th birthday (again).
Lost Giant
“Uncle Bill” was one of my closest confidants and advisors. As a relatively young uncle, he was also a close friend. And growing up with impetuous “wild card” parents, he provided me with a much needed beacon of reason and stability.
A giant in my life deceased but never gone.
Into The Mist
It’s A Hard Knock Life
When you open those valentine cards today, take a moment to think of the child laborers who make them. They work long hours in cramped conditions with unreasonable production quotas, while exposed to Elmer’s Glue and magic marker fumes, dull scissors, and glitter dust.
They toil for your hearts!
Dualing-Double-Dog Triple-Axel
Even after 30-plus years off of the ice, we managed to execute a flawless dualing-double-dog triple-axel. Still a great crowd pleaser.
A guy can dream can’t he?
It Is Cold And My Snow Shovel Is Broken
A Craftsman “designer” duffel bag full of summer clothes, beach chairs, an iPod, sandals, Ray-Bans, sunscreen, Thomas McGuane’s The Longest Silence: A Life In Fishing, and a bottle of “bottom shelf” rum (just in case the book is no good). Fully accessorized.
Turning off the lights and heading south.
Merry Christmas to all!