It will seem silly to any of you in the northern half of the United States today that my biggest concern when I decided to write about sledding in Connecticut for my hometown magazine was that we’d be having a mild, flake-free winter in these parts.
But it’s true. Those are the things you worry about when you have to file copy eight weeks before the piece actual gets published.
I’m pretty certain I when I e-mailed my draft of “Snow Patrol” to my editor in early October that I was sitting on my back deck in shorts, fighting off the last of the summer mosquitos and mulling whether we had enough sweetened lime juice to mix up a celebratory gimlet.
I’d cry but the last thing I need is ice cubes.
Go. Read “Snow Patrol.” I hope it warms your funny bone.