Archive for July 18th, 2009

On November Flurries, The President, And The Moon

On November Flurries, The President, And The Moon

I was four years old and wide-eyed, perhaps especially if snow was falling. Almost nothing was better than snow in my early years, and I whined until I was permitted to go outside and roll in it. I made no calculation about whether it was deep enough to roll in without getting muddy. Besides, what […]