Sunday, January 02, 2011
"There was a cold wintry wind blowing in the desert that night. It was one of those freak snows that come down through the mountain passes and bury your car and most of the twitchy paranoia. On nights like that every booze party ends in a snowball fight, and grown men try to write their names in the snow. Meek little wives put on another sweather and turn the kettle on, while waiting for their husbands to finish shoveling the driveway. Anything can happen. You can even catch a hockey game at a cocktail lounge."
It may not rain in Southern California, but girl, don't they warn ya, it snows.
Man, It snows!!!
No, really! Snow in the palm trees! I kid you not. This errant canadien is happy.