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Last updated on March 5th, 2018 at 01:45 pm
Apologies for so few posts; it’s a little difficult to maintain internet access when driving a cube-shaped baby Pontiac (I think the model type is Zion—a Pontiac Zion) through interstate snow drifts. Especially when the car involved offers no evidence of an engine, apart from requiring fuel.
Classic rock FM radio fact: Gimme Three Steps was played four times today, narrowly defeating Sweet Home Alabama (3 repetitions) as the Lynyrd Skynard classic rock selection of the day. It even beat out Piano Man, the opening notes of which were detected just twice. Once, in fact, as three youngsters driving in front of me were nearly pitched into a snowbank in response to a trucker’s impatient honking. Snow driving is fun; make any incorrect move and you’re all ditch-dwelling or tree-thumping. Thing is, almost any move is wrong. Driving on impacted snow is like performing heart surgery on a hummingbird.
Through sheer driving genius (and the lack of snow post-Chicago) I’m now at the Minnesota compound of James Lileks, who tomorrow will try to establish a local tradition of turkey consumption. It could catch on; he’s very influential.
More soon. Must add wine to that turkey idea.
And Happy Thanksgiving to everybody. We all of us have a whole bunch to be thankful for.