rabbit rabbit
happy black history month everybody!

it's snowing again, right at this moment! so here are some photos from prior snowstorms and their aftermaths that never made it on the net. before that, though, some words by e.b. white on the matter of waiting out a snowstorm at a neighbor's while the snow plow banged and roared...
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we had no nightclothes with us, so had to invent some, and my wife chose a coonskin coat, and i chose a sweater and socks and our boy chose a suit of heavies and a sweater worn on his legs. and we were much merrier than we had been in the early morning, so i made a rhyme that went:

mamma in her coonskin and i in my socks
had just settled ourselves for a night of hard knocks
when out on the road there arose such a clatter
we stayed comfortably in bed, since it was entirely obvious what was the matter.

just before i went to sleep i heard my wife up and about, and i asked her why and she said she had discovered it was impossible to sleep in a coonskin coat because it tickled the back of your neck. so i asked her what she was changing to, and she replied: "tweeds." which is the kind of direct answer i like to get when i ask a question.

(a winter diary, january 1941, from one man's meat)
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scarb-over-easy


somerville


releasing the beast/unearthing the subaru