A friend sent me this image from somewhere in the US.
We were a good bit north of the worst of the blizzard of ’11. (Catch Monday’s view from several hundred miles up.) Still, nine inches of fluffy stuff and bitter wind chills is not trivial. I hope all you readers managed well these past few days. I saw a student struggling against the wind yesterday and reflected on how glad I am to have a reliable car. Not to mention a house. Thanks to the goon-barons of Wall Street, we had more homeless people scraping together a life in this cold winter. An hour of shoveling out from drifts reinforced the gratitude I have for having a place to call home.
Let’s put the snow-spiritual people to work praying for jobs, eh? Number eleven and all that.