Weather

One of my young friends who goes to church with me took me to task this past Sunday about writing so much about old age. That is easy for him to say since he's a specimen of a young man in the prime of his life. But, in deference to my young friend, I'm going to leave that subject alone for a while with one caveat; I want to quote my old friend and late, great Southern humorist, Lewis Grizzard, who wrote a book titled, "Elvis is dead and I don't feel so good myself anymore". I miss Lewis. He was a great satirical writer, and I have every book he ever wrote.

However, I will move on to the subject at hand, the weather. As I am writing this, I am watching what the weather channel is calling  a snow storm of epic proportions moving in on the Atlantic east coast. I hate that for you folks who live north of the " Smith &Wesson" line, but I will remind you that all of life is a trade off. We have the heat, humidity, and gnats in the summer, but we are looking at crisp, cold hunting days, and green grass at the moment. Should you desire to escape that white stuff for a few days, give us a call.

I have also been seeing some temperatures in the far northern part of the U.S. that have a minus in front of the numbers. I think that because we grow up in the south, our blood must be thinner than Yankees. I'm reasonably certain that I could not survive a negative temperature. Maybe that is how y'all won the "War of Northern Aggression" by making us rebels fight on cold ground. I bet our poor soldiers froze before they could mount their rifles.

In closing I will quote my old friend Lewis Grizzard again who spent one year in Chicago working for a newspaper up there. Lewis said," Chicago has two seasons--The Fourth of July and Winter". I'm glad that I live in the south, but please don't remind me of this comment in August.