I ain’t goin’ nowhere

Mon père, Robert

“I can think of worse places to be stranded in the snow [than at home]. The West Virginia Turnpike comes to mind.”

-Bob Henry, my father, who would know

Well, so much for all that philosophizin’ yesterday… We’ve got about 10 inches of snow and it’s not letting up.

I’m idling somewhere between anxious and irrationally furious at this particular autonomous atmospheric phenomenon. And at Wayne, the meteorologist/storm chaser who lived in my D.C. apartment complex. (I blame you, Wayne, wherever you are!)

I guess that leaves the rest of the afternoon for glumly reading Jack London and being glad I’m a journalist and not a sled dog.

And I know…  this is the second Bob Dylan song I’ve posted in a row. On a blog that’s not even supposed to be about music. But darn it, I can’t help it if the man knows what he’s talking about.

“Clouds so swift
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere”

-Bob Dylan

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