No, not really.
It's Friday the 13th. One of three we'll have this year:
13 Facts About Friday the 13th
The next Friday the 13th comes in March, followed by Nov. 13. Such a triple whammy comes around only every 11 years, said Thomas Fernsler, a math specialist at the University of Delaware who has studied the number 13 for more than 20 years.
Remembering a Snowstorm That Paralyzed the City
In the end, Mr. Lindsay won re-election in the fall of 1969, though his political career — including his switch to the Democratic Party in 1971 and his failed run for the Democratic presidential nomination in 1972 — remained troubled.
Equally important, perhaps, the terrible snowstorm of 1969 highlighted how the handling of severe weather is a crucial test for politicians. It is a test that mayors in other cities would fail again and again.
Damn it's cold outside!
The above masterpiece is from Claude Monet, entitled Bulbfield and Windmill Near Leyden, courtesy of the Web Museum. It made me feel a little warmer.
It feels like winter will never end this year. I must be getting old.
Today is the 31st anniversary of the Blizzard of 1978. It had winds of hurricane force, 75 mph, thunder and lightning, and dumped upwards of 55 inches of snow in some areas in roughly 33 hours. This storm hit before the advances in forecasting and a lot of people were caught completely off-guard. Governors Grasso (Connecticut) and Dukakis (Massachusetts) closed all roads except for emergency travel, for three days.
I guess things could be much worse.
Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt
I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch
Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts
Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth
Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back
And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac
Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark shiny and black
Open up your engines let `em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur
James Dean in that Mercury `49
Junior Johnson runnin' through the woods of Caroline
Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am
All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch
Hey little girlie in the blue jeans so tight
Drivin' alone through the Wisconsin night
You're my last love you're my last chance
Don't let `em take me to the Cadillac Ranch
by Bruce Springsteen
A bunch of us went to the Cadillac Ranch in Southington last night to celebrate Anne Marie's 30th birthday. For the first time ever, in my 44 years of living, I did shots. Six, seven... I lost count. I do remember that the shots were called "Shut the fuck up!". This was on top of the six or seven or something cranberry's and vodka's I had.
No, I wasn't driving.
Amazingly, no hang over and I feel fine. Everyone had a great time and got home safe, thanks to our three designated drivers.
