It’s a winter wonderland out their folks. It’s been snowing all night and doesn’t look to be letting up any time soon. Yes, that means we finally have a little skiff of snow on the ground and I don’t feel as stupid calling this the Polar North.

So, today I get to drive my four-wheeled coffin to SG. She’s packed and waiting out front for the six o’clock chime. I’ll be off like a dirty shirt, unless of course it’s a hippy’s dirty shirt and then the analogy doesn’t work so well, but hey it is what it is.