So what is that stuff? Well, the weather, of course. The bone-chilling cold that’s headed our way will be the coldest of the season so far, according to Ray’s Weather, which has all the details.
The Arctic Express. The frigid, mercury shrinking cold. It will all start happening tonight, right? We’ll have highs in the low 20s around Asheville on Thursday and Friday. Just damn cold.
And then there’s Phish. Everywhere I turn, I hear about Phish, hurrah for Phish, Phish is coming to play the Civic Center. “I’m a phish phan phorever” people say, and they literally spell the “p-h” with their lips. I have never seen Phish, but I understand the utter devotion a band can inspire. So maybe I’ll go this time.
What else is everybody talking about?
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All I talk about is baby stuff. Baby this, baby that, spit up, poop, diapers, teething … Anyone know a remedy for soothing a baby’s chapped face? All this cold weather has given Levi a ruddy face.
"Mercury shrinking…"
Me thinks I better bundle up the old mercury in a few more layers to minimize the shrinkage.
Don’t forget The Dead opening its nationwide tour April 12th, Easter Sunday, right on down the road in Greensboro. Even without Jerry, still perhaps the greatest jam band of all time. Local connection: Warren Haynes fills the late Mr. Garcia’s lead guitar spot in the group. The long, strange trip continues.
In anticipation of colder weather, I got out there, even with a tweaked bad back, and cut, split and stacked enough wood to heat the house and my inner sanctum. Back hurts, but at least me, the spouse and the ancient hound will be warm.