The Speculist

Very nice picture! We're having white Christmas with a vengeance here in Denver...major blizzard.

"Major Blizzard"

Alright, more snow on the mountains!

:-)

See you guys in a couple of weeks.

During the blizzard of '03* we were digging out on the second day when some very industrious guys on my block decided to start shoveling the street. The snowplows were nowhere to be found and we were truly stuck. We all paused when two of our neighbors went by on skis -- cross-country, not downhill -- their backpacks filled with groceries. It was at that moment that I decided that for Coloradans living at 6000 feet and higher, an SUV is not just a suburban status symbol. I bought my Jeep a couple of weeks later. Anyhoo, last night I heard what sounded improbably like motorcycles out on the same street. I say improbably because of the 40-50 MPH winds and the fact that even the street has some pretty deep snowdrifts. (Right now my entire backyard is essentially buried -- the drifts are 5-6 feet in places back there.) I looked out and sure enough, the "motorcycles" were snowmobiles. Two of the street-shovellers from '03 were on their way to the market. I wasn't the only one who had learned a lesson.

Not to disparage the delightful rustic scene depicted above, but I'll take a snowmobile (or even a Jeep Liberty) over the horse-drawn alternatives.

* Isn't it great? We were born into a world where there were a few people could say things like, "back in the blizzard of '03," and now WE say stuff like that. Or at least I do. See, here's another reason why Leon Kass is right -- if I opt for life extension, the world is going to be deprived a world-class old codger. In a world of eternal youth, whither codgerhood?