A Snowy Evening

For those of you locked up in the snowy north, can I make this peace offering? It schvitz here ALL day yesterday!

Us snowbird northerners/yanks kept looking out the windows yesterday saying, "That looks like SNOW out there!" We had a big low pressure system that had a big cloud of cold flurry like rain with a lot of fog. It wasn't that cold, only in the 60's maybe but the massively high humidity made it feel quite cold.

On weeks like this when you watch the news, you feel like you're right there with the cold and the snow. Snowed in like Bing Crosby in Holiday Inn. I even threw on a turtle neck sweater and jeans. But the fact of the matter is, I turned the heat off and the house cooled off to only 74 degrees so I guess no one will let me commiserate with their winter misery or joy. And I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened at Midway Airport. The runway is seriously short and I presume the plane skidded out onto Cicero Avenue which is seriously busy with lost northsiders bitching about having to fly out of the south side.

Also the news was saturated with the first shooting in the Federal Air Marshal program. Is it any surprise, really, that that would happen on a) an American Airlines flight and b) in Miami? If you had to hedge your bets, that's where I'd put good money. I have nothing against American Airlines, I was top tier status with them for many years and have flown well over hundred or two hundred thousands miles with them in my lifetime. But they have a tendency to treat their best passengers like cargo, so I can't imagine how they treat a Latin couple with bipolar disorder from Maitland..

But, if it had to happen, thankfully it happened in Miami because you'll never catch anyone in America saying, "Well if it can happen in Miami, it can happen anywhere!" It spawned M and I to reminisce about that great film and book, "Big Trouble" by Dave Barry. We argued over the way one scene went and discovered we were both right. They are the same book-end scene in which Dennis Farina (who I think is hilarious in his own way) and his co-thug drop a golf bag in front of a cop at Miami Airport and a few automatic rifles spill out along with golf clubs. In the first scene, Dennis Farina says matter of factly to the cop, "We play with a guy who cheats." In the corresponding scene, the same thing happens but the cop takes the rifle and blankly unloads it and hands the rifle back to Dennis Farina who in turn says, "Miami stinks but I have to say the cops are quite nice."

Yeah, you have to see the movie I guess to appreciate the humor of it...