When I was 9, my buddy Igor and I stared out his front facing
window cheering on the blizzard, so we could get the day off
from school and play in the snow. I remember us both getting so happy when it
was announced that the schools would be closed.
When my son was two and three, our science experiments meant
taking snow in from the kitchen window and putting it in a dish. We’d see that
it melted into water. He couldn’t pronounce the “sn” so he called it “tow.” It
thrilled him so much. He would get so mad at the plows and the supers who
shoveled the snow.
When the snow started falling this January 23rd, I
thought how much our dog Luigi would have enjoyed it.
The threat of this blizzard of 2016 scared away audience from
my comedy show last Friday night. The snow wasn’t expected until Saturday
morning, but the threat of it made its impact. Still, it was a good time but
with a small audience.
On Saturday, going to the store felt like a workout. I am
grateful I didn’t fall. It was nice to be told by those governing to stay home.
No guilt for not getting to the Laundromat.
I stuck two slices of bread in the oven to heat it, but I
forgot about the bread and it became too hard. Later I took both slices out and
crumbled them up for the birds. I tossed the toast crumbs onto the snow by a
tree in front of my house. I hope the birds had a meal.
A long-time friend of mine used to know a Jewish cocaine dealer. She called him "Rabbi Snow."
A long-time friend of mine used to know a Jewish cocaine dealer. She called him "Rabbi Snow."
