I’ve
lived through cold Decembers, and I’ve lived through warm Decembers. The warm ones are better.
Just
don’t watch the local news unless you want to get irritated. Producers love to show people golfing;
playing touch football; hitting a 16-inch softball; and jogging or biking along
the lakefront. Never mind the mud (and
the rain came down in torrents yesterday) or the chill wind off the lake. And, most of all, don’t mention a downer like
global warming. It’s like spring out
there, [insert name of co-anchor here]!
No,
it isn’t, not with sunset before 4:30 in the afternoon, but it is nice to be
able to walk and drive without fear of ice.
And a little sun allows me to dream of spring, warm enough so I can do
real biking and not chance pneumonia or turn on a baseball game when I get
back. Who knows, by then maybe Hawk
Harrelson will retire from the broadcast booth.
Now,
that would be a great Christmas present to humanity.
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