How to express my love for winter weather in Massachusetts...must I really write anything? After all, I am here; so is it; we are together; isn't that love?
Perhaps love is a bit more than that some may argue. Well, if you plan to argue that, have some ideas about exactly why this is so. I might respond by noting that a sure sign of "not love" is the absence of the object itself.
Consequently, does winter weather decide it does not 'love' me when it hikes out of here in April of each year?
Al Gore's ideas notwithstanding, this idea that winter will not return is certainly a sad thought. Why, here in Massachusetts we have had in recent forecasts cold, driving rain, high winds, rough seas (offshore, and not the metaphorical type), snow, lots of snow, and more driving rain, possibly ice, all mingling in the atmosphere around our beloved Bay State.
The effect of all this is momentous. It is possible now that the retired must postpone golf in that snow and frozen teeing areas are slippery, and dangerous. Parties in local restaurants will have the brio of the hardy adventurers who sally forth in the worst weather to get their people fix. The weather does not respect state lines.
Our intrepid governor avows that mobility of the populace in these shopping times is the priority for the state, funding for which is dependent on collecting sales tax from a mobile, consuming populace. Winter perils take many forms.
Speaking of governors; have you ever seen a more wintry hazing than that depicted in the photo on the left? I thought not.
I have read that Atty. Spitzer is now using his considerable fortune in acquisition of 'distressed' real estate assets. Good for him! Let's hope he stays busy.
Now time to take the vitamins. I hope your governor is working and is wise.
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