In Indiana we have had inches. It has been beautiful.
In Minnesota, my good friend Gail reminds me it is 52 days until Spring.
And that she is so over winter.
In Pennsylvania, my friends Mike and Gail are busy shoveling out their cars.
Buried bumper deep.
In Virginia, my buddy Randy is STILL clearing the drive.
It has been 2 days.
In
New York, my friend Ann (and her daughter) have advised us
after
the snow-plow went through they can't FIND their little blue sub-compact.
In Tampa they had a
heavy frost...
My friend Vicki assures me not to worry...they WILL dig out, somehow!
years ago, in Danville.
It used to be called Patches.
It is long since gone.
I looked for it once
when I was out chasing memories.
The place was basically
a hallway with a long bar down one side
and this postage stamp sized dance floor.
Riding (well holding on, anyway)
a motorcycle with a friend
when a storm blew in.
Best steak dinner I ever ate
and slow dancing together to Ronnie Milsap's
"Lost in the 50's, Tonight"
Still slightly damp
from the soaking we got in the rain.
Him, smelling a lot like leather and cigarettes.
My long hair a tangle beneath his hand.
It has been a lot of years
but I still have the smile
he gave me
that night.