Waiting For The Snow
As I write this, supposedly a huge snowstorm is on its way. If it's anything less than the Blizzard of '78 , I will be disappointed. Now THAT was a snowstorm. It happened a long time ago, and I can't remember if anything bad was predicted. The only things I can remember is I think my dad was on a business trip, and was due to return, and my mother had a week of vacation coming. Plus, my Lhasa Apso dog, Fluffy, was about to have puppies. We kept all four of the surviving dogs and named them Melissa, Ginger, Roddy and Jones (after Caldwell Jones). They were mutts personified; I don't know if anyone else in the world had Pekingese/Poodle/Beagle/Lhasa Apso puppies, but they were great. This is Ginger. She resembled her dad, Ruffles, the most. Melissa. Originally her name was Chewy, short for Chewbacca. From left: Roddy, Jones (Jonesy) Melissa (Chewy) and Ginger on our picnic table. The blizzard was something to behold. There was a drift that bisected our...