The Handshake That Hides

In the early 1990s, I got stuck in an hours-long traffic jam on this far-flung old farm road during a snowstorm. Why was I there? No idea. The cold, the frustration, the fear my rickety car would fail and strand me where help would not come – those things I remember. They are the reason why I listen to nobody about when I should or should not venture out into snowstorms.

South Middlebush Road during the snowstorm on Tuesday, 21 January, 2014. Photo: Bob Hosh

South Middlebush Road during the snowstorm on Tuesday, 21 January, 2014. Photo: Bob Hosh


So when I read about an entire metropolitan area full of stranded men, women and children, I want to issue new rules. Here is one:

If the weather man tells you a storm is coming and your boss or the school superintendent insists you turn up, take a sick & tired day. No one will be more concerned for your safety than you.

How are you fixed for chicken soup, projects and rock salt?

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Not Even the Chair

Brain Damage #1

“Why is everyone laughing?”
The adult said, “You asked
over and over for someone
‘Pass the butter, please.’
Then you said, ‘This place
is like Congress: you have to apply
to get anything passed.'”
Whoever is home in my noggin
when I am out
should not quit his day job.