Spent the last weekend in the Poconos again. freezing cold, frozen lake, bad fire. Ever played outside like a little kid when you are actually a fully-grown human being? People look at you with more disdain than when you were a little kid. We found a pickerel, threw boiling water in the air, and heated rocks and stuck them on the ice. It was hilarious.

Then my wife got the call – her grandfather passed away on Saturday night. Sweet man, some medical trouble in the last year. So, off to Little Rock again, where things are always then same. Yep, you guessed it – what’s in Little Rock? [refrain]

So it’s cold, and it snows Wednesday night. And by snow, I mean a light dusting. A powdering. It’s so cold, the snow looks grainy, like fake snow at the ski slope. It’s too cold to even make ice. You can’t find a ruler short enough to measure the amount of snow that falls.

And Arkansas loses their goddamn mind.

Accidents, school cancellations, the Anti-Christ shows up on the morning show, cats and dogs living together: mass hysteria.

And I am incensed. I mean, livid. I was born in Boston. I grew up in Indiana, mind you. I went to school in Syracuse, where 2 feet of snow = Tuesday. I’ve driven nothing but rear wheel-drive cars in 4 feet of snow, uphill, both ways, with only a hot potato in my pocket to warm my hands, which then I ate for lunch. And then, drove home with cold hands.

Sundi said to me, “Well, you are just superior… you’re going to have to teach everyone in Arkansas how to to drive in the snow.” Lesson one? Title of the post.