The Beatles didn’t have to deal with slippery roads or wives (perhaps) who would keep after them about putting snow tires on their cars in wintertime.
But I do. (I’m not a Beatle, and I’m definitely not Bob Dylan).
["I know it's not much snow but drive carefully!": photos by GAH]
Though we have barely one-eighth of an inch of snow today (it will be gone tomorrow, I bet) I’ve been told roads are slippery.
Well, they might have been when my wife went to Ollie’s house, but by the time I walked to The Red Roaster for a cuppa dark roast this morning the streets were clear.
["It is slippery. Good thing I wore my safety vest!"]
I’ve been told rain is coming. I don’t want to believe it.
I still have hopes for 18 inches of snow by Christmas.
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I still owe you photos of the snow pile outside my sister’s window in Bracebridge.
I’ll get on it... soon.
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