Old Man Winter
February 9, 2010
“O, snow!” cried the City’s inhabitants.
“We can’t make it to our jobs! The streets are impassable! Our children have no one to look after them! We must call off!” cried the City’s inhabitants, with much indignation.
And then…
… they piled into a car and went to a restaurant which was open for a hot meal.
“O, Snow” cried the City’s other inhabitants.
“I have to go into work because people depend on me. I have to go into work because I will get fired otherwise. I have to go to work because I am hardwired to go to work even though such a decision flies in the face of common sense!” cried the City’s other inhabitants, with despair.
And then…
… they plowed the streets and fixed the fallen power lines. They cooked and served food to those who had no power and no heat. They wondered, “how in the Hell am I getting home tonight?”
“O, Snow!” we cry. What else can we do?
