tales of shoveling woe…

i won’t bore you…i will say this…i learned two things about myself the last two days…not so much learned…as remembered…

the physical vigor that i assumed started eroding away five years ago…is still in full effect…

and i am a stubborn…non team playing…son-of-a-bitch…gold plated…

in other news…

you know all about our snow here…thanks to WALL-TO-WALL TEAM COVERAGE…but you may be suprised to learn that we have a snow shovel shortage…yes you read that right…i have a theory…my wife likes to call these moments…james conspiracy theories…

this week…my theory is…the shovel shortage is a ploy to get us to buy snow blowers…

BTW, Today is Rudyard Kipling’s birthday…

here’s a sample from a master storyteller…

The beginning of everything was in a railway train upon the road to Mhow from Ajmir. There had been a Deficit in the Budget, which necessitated traveling, not Second-class, which is only half as dear as First-class, but by Intermediate, which is very awful indeed. There are no cushions in the Intermediate class, and the population are either Intermediate, which is Eurasian, or native, which for a long night journey is nasty, or Loafer, which is amusing though intoxicated.”