40-ish Fahrenheit here in the Water Winter Wonderland, aka Michigan, which by its existence justifies tolerating the existence of the other (and by definition lesser) United States. Skies are gray, rain expected.
Forty-plus years ago, when I was growing up and dinosaurs walked the Earth, a "white Christmas" here was a basic assumption, and snow often closed schools. I have a vivid memory from seventh or eighth grade of a street becoming so icy and slick that the school bus, having halted to take a kid on, couldn't get moving again. The driver called in to report that we were trapped in that suburb, and the dispatcher, who either had LOTS of similar reports coming in or was enjoying too much Irish coffee, replied, "OK, fine, thanks!"
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“We’ve had our differences, but he’s seen the light … and I made sure he moved toward it, instead of coming back.”
Forty-plus years ago, when I was growing up and dinosaurs walked the Earth, a "white Christmas" here was a basic assumption, and snow often closed schools. I have a vivid memory from seventh or eighth grade of a street becoming so icy and slick that the school bus, having halted to take a kid on, couldn't get moving again. The driver called in to report that we were trapped in that suburb, and the dispatcher, who either had LOTS of similar reports coming in or was enjoying too much Irish coffee, replied, "OK, fine, thanks!"
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“We’ve had our differences, but he’s seen the light … and I made sure he moved toward it, instead of coming back.”