The blizzard of 22

 Woke up to nine below which is pretty impressive but the winds are only ten mph which is not.  Out the window I see the cars are going by on Lake Shore Drive as if nothing much is amiss.  Turned on the local news because they are always the shrillest about weather events, but all they have is blowing snow, which may be a problem for exurbs but not for downtown Ken, who is thinking maybe he will make that run for his Friday eggplant parmigiana sammich, only a couple blocks, don't want to become a weather sissy in my old age.

Yahoo sez it is 28 degrees in Cheboygan, which is nothing.  But it also calls for twenty-three hours of sleet which sounds worse than snow to me.  I am thinking ice storm, but I reckon it may turn to snow despite what google sez.  

I will be following that situation because other than that I won't be doing anything except for the sammich run, maybe a little trip to that raucous bar to mark Christmas Eve.  Since my sister has moved fourteen stories above me in the building I will not have to trek out to train station and ride the train for half an hour and then another trek in suburbia where they are not good citizens like us city folk and hardly ever shovel their walks.  I will just push the button on the elevator Sunday.

I see that Beagles has left out the part of the wild ride to Indian River where he offered the Deed's Bar bar girl (Looked a bit like Rebecca De Mornay, with a heart of gold) a ride home but then it turned out that she had been part of a drug deal gone bad, and now the drug lords were behind him firing their AR-17's, but Beagles, adept at steering the tiny Chevette through the driving snow, kept them from hitting their target, and then the state police helicopters appeared and blew the drug lords to shit, and Rebecca, out of gratitude, offered to do the same for Beagles, but true to his hypothetical wife, he turned her down, but the whole deal upset him so much that he bumped the back wall of the garage.

And now you know

The rest of the story.

(homage to Paul Harvey)