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The Blizzard of '08 - Day Two

Mother Nature, with her icy tentacles, has dished a second day of Arctic weather to the Columbia River Gorge. With 48-hour snow totals nearing 2 inches, the entire region is paralyzed. Public transportation has ground to a halt. All public schools in Skamania, Klickitat, Wasco, Hood River and eastern Multnomah counties are closed for the second day in a row. (The Sherman County School District is expected to make an announcement, regarding the status of classes today as soon as mass is over.) Municipal and County offices, except for emergency personnel are also closed for a second day throughout the region. After a truly harrowing day of delivering mail through the melting slush yesterday, the USPS has curtailed mail service for the day.

While temperatures plummet to something in the 20s, public safety officials are calling on residents to stay home, unless they don’t want to. Fearing shortages in proportions not seen since the great storm of ’82 (or ’84, depending on who is telling the story), the public has rushed Rosauer’s, depleting the supply of toilet paper in the Mid-Columbia to catastrophic levels.

This is a humanitarian crisis in the making. I’m not sure what the greatest needs are in the Gorge at this desperate time, but send me donations and I will make sure they get to those with the greatest necessities. I thank you in advance for your generous contributions to the “Save the Gorge from Ma Nature Fund”.

Local denizens gather to discuss the crisis in the Gorge.

The Blizzard of ‘08

Winter has hit the Upper Valley. The storm started yesterday evening and continued all night. We woke up this morning to damn near an inch of snow. Somehow, in the weather forecast, it sounded like a much harsher storm.

I was kind of hoping for a little more. I’m ready for a good snow.

Hanging up the Gloves

A while ago I was reading about some boxer from Rumania. He was making quite a stir. Apparently, he is still boxing at the feeble old age of 51. The article went on and on about how the poor dimwit was too old to be boxing, too old to take the pounding, too old to tie his shoes without assistance.

And, of course, I kept nodding and thinking to myself, “What is that old geezer thinking? Men of a certain age shouldn’t be doing things like that.”

Then in a bizarre twist of events, I did the math. Born in November. November 1956. That would make me: too old to take up boxing.
Damn, and I was so looking forward to a round or two.

December 8th, 1996. 6:00AM

Won't you let me know

That life is eternal

And love is immortal

And death is only a horizon

Life is eternal

As we move into the light

And a horizon is nothing

Save the limit of our sight

- Carly Simon

Natural Born Enemies

Although it may look like Max has fallen his prey and will soon begin dinner, the truth is he is having a tender moment with his brother, Ralph.

A Rare, Vibrant Sunset

Because of the way our house is situated, we rarely get a beautiful sunset.

But tonight was different.

I know, the picture does it no justice. You should have been here.