target practice and wedding bells in Beaglesonia

Are you wearing a sleeping bag? A sleeping bag with a hat?

We have largely missed all the big storms, but we have had steady snow, and it has seldom been above freezing. I came back to Chicago in 1987 and I was expecting the monster storms of my youth, but we haven’t had any of them until now. I seem to remember in my youth that it would snow sometime in December and from then until March the snow would wax and wane but there would always be at least a pile somewhere in some shady corner. Gas stations in particular would have mountains of snow that looked like they had been there since the dinosaurs.

The first I heard of the hawk was a Lou Rawls song in 1966. “So you guys call it the hawk?” I asked my black friends, and they said, “Sure do,” so I guess that was that. Has a nice ring to it. I face east on my condo so that when the wind is out of the west, which it generally is, I hardly notice it, but when it comes out of the east sometimes it is like the end of the world. And that east wind comes all the way from Canada and then down that long Lake Michigan picking up cold air in the spring, and it just breaks my heart because I want to plant my tomatoes.

Okay, you have the last word on militias. You win. I fold.

That article I read about prohibition based its indication of less drinking overall on health issues, mainly cirrhosis went down. One unexpected benefit of prohibition is that bars used to be men only and segregated, but once the law was gone from them and the gangsters were running them they let the blacks and women in. I personally think that was a good idea.

Oh you guys, Obama has never done anything to prohibit guns. He may have said something from time to time. Most famously there was that line about how you backwards boonies guys cling to your guns and your religion, but hell that is how all of us urban liberals feel, though we try not to say it in front of you guys because sometimes it upsets you, even though you know that is how we feel.

But as far as serious gun control, nada. Oh everytime there is a massacre we beat our breasts a bit, but everybody knows that even suggesting some niggling little restriction is going nowhere and is going to cost votes on the next election, so you may hear some of our commentators sigh about it, but you will never hear our men in power mention it at all.

You win. We fold.

But how about that gay marriage thing? Huh? Huh? Are we on a roll with that or what. We’re going to let you keep old Betsy, but we’re going to make you get a dog, a male dog, and then we are going to make you gay marry him.

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha.