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Snow days

By the time many of you read this, I will be back home in New York City.*

Yes, I was one of the thousands stranded by Snowmageddon 2010.

In my case, I was snowed out of NYC; my flight home Monday was canceled and today — four days later — is my first opportunity to wing my way back home.

It’s my longest layover to date.

But I was one of the lucky ones.  I didn’t sit in an airport for days, waiting for the next available flight.  I didn’t have to bed down in some cheap airport hotel and watch snowy basic cable.  I didn’t even go to the airport the day my flight was nixed.

I simply kept on driving and started Christmas Vacation Part Deux.

Thanks to my sister Lou and brother-in-law Chuck, I was able to hitch a ride to Kansas City and spend a few days visiting my old stomping grounds.

I ate at favorite restaurants.  Did some shopping.  Saw some movies.  In other words, I wasn’t productive at all. No office organization, tax preparation, or housecleaning could be completed from afar.  Instead, I took a real vacation following the hustle-and-bustle of my initial trip home for Christmas.

On Facebook, I reported this turn of events as ‘making lemonade.’  While some mistook this as new code for ‘using the bathroom,’ I was turning a trip FAIL into a big trip bonus.

As usual, the fates knew what I really needed.  See?  There can be a silver lining to the wollop of  Snowmageddon 2010!

Now, to tackle mailmageddon waiting for me at home…

* It is sleeting/snowing this morning in Kansas City.  Crossed fingers…

Free willy

Snowmageddon has inspired mayhem across the country, much of it expected.

Closed streets.  No school.  Travel delays.  Grouchy neighbors.  Dogs in coats and booties.

But in Lafayette, Indiana, snowfall there inspired a local sculptor to create a different kind of snowman — or rather, to focus in on a particular, male-specific part of the snowman’s anatomy — and enlarge it for all to see.

That’s right. There be snow penises in Lafayette — two, to be exact.

Neighbors were outraged.  Children scarred for life.  A nearby news station even gave the matter some very pointed attention.

But the local police?  They laughed when they saw the snow genitalia and drove away.

Of course, once they realized how mad everyone was — and that they actually had jurisdiction (heh) — they returned and promptly destroyed the artistic salute to yellow snow.

Pricks.