A lot of us had a lot of snow yesterday, though here in Southeastern Connecticut, it didn't really start to get serious until the afternoon. And then as the shadows fell, the snow started to pile higher and the wind the Weather Channel had warned us about for hours finally arrived ('hurray!' say the happy faces on the TV, 'we're right!' Well, yeah, even a blind pig finds an acorn) and all that wild guessing sure helped, didn't it.
As the day went along, more and more of us trekked out to the grocery store to get milk and toilet paper. It's what we do here in the Land of Steady of Habits. We may have clogged arteries, but our colons are so clean we can pass a Cadillac. In light of the snow we've had in the years we've lived up here, it's a miracle we have any cows left. And don't get me started on low-Flo toilets. You prepare for Armageddon your way, and we'll do it our way.
Of course, the store is mobbed. This storm could be the one. Just like the last one or the next one. You cannot be too careful. When you live in the oldest part of the country you learn to measure twice before cutting off your nose to spite your face. Tell you what was MOST interesting--the amount of folks going in and out of the liquor store near the mall where the grocery store is located.
At first, driving into the mall, I thought maybe people had gotten confused as to where the gas station was located to get fuel for the snow blowers as that's just a little farther down the street. But as I'm waiting to make my turn against traffic at the light, I'm watching folks in my mirror come out of the spirits shop with every assortment of brown bag imaginable-and in this state, there's not a lot else that comes in brown paper bags except liquor (so much for sweet mystery), leading me to wonder if some of us prepare to get plowed at a more literal level than others. Might also explain some of those crop circles in Gillette Stadium.
-bill kenny
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