It’s not bad in the garage

I took Alison to work this morning in the beginning hours of our March snowstorm. Such a simple little sentence. Here’s another one: When I pulled in for gas, the wind had flung so much icee-type snow on the pump, I had to claw it off with my hand to find the place to put my card. Then I hunched down below the level of the car as I pumped the gas, making certain to keep my back to the wind. I turned into the wind once and my hood filled with air like John Candy’s pants on the mast in “Summer Rental” – well, maybe it’s the wrong season for that visual. But the gist is – it was impressive.

However, as I was sharing the experience with Der Bingle on the phone, I became aware of the hard truth of that old cliche – You had to be there.