I am back in Maryland and it is colder than it has been in three years and it is snowing. Believe it or not, I missed home. I drove into Annapolis around 7:30pm Monday night and now it is Tuesday Night and it is snowing. Believe it or not, this is exactly why I moved home. There is no snow in Petaluma; there are no cold temperatures--unless you count the week I left, when it was near 30 degrees at night, for three weeks! Northern California hadn't seen those temperatures since Gene Autry led that herd thru in '45. (Boy, it was colder than a Republican warming to same-sex marriage; let me tell you!)
My last drive from Huntsville, Alabama to Annapolis was uneventful and actually quite beautiful. The Tennessee River Valley and the Shenandoah Valley are probably one of the most stunning drives I have ever taken--I imagine it is indescribable at the right time of year. That jaunt must be gorgeous during the fall. The drive during winter is pretty boring, I must admit--as was my foray from El Paso, Texas to Markum, Louisiana. (Did I mention that Texas sucks?!)
Anyway, I made it home around 7:30 Monday night and spent Tuesday getting my anchors set. The dogs hated the drive, but seemed happy to not have to get back in the truck again Tuesday. Plus, it started snowing late Tuesday night and the bitches were happy to see and play in snow once again. I was happy to see it, honestly. As crazy as the last year has been for me, a little snow and cold is not so bad. But the Caps lost. So my karma has nothing to do with them. Pity. I thought I would have made a difference.
Hey Boner... You still buying beers at Italia? Just a thought. It's good to be home. But, Damn! It's fucking cold!
This is too good not to share.
The day Harry Redknapp brought a fan on to play for West Ham
Photograph: Steve Bacon
11 years ago
1 comment:
Hey I know it's cold back here but: We are not Texas, baseball is right around the corner, and we are not Texas.
Welcome home buddy!
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