With a muffled roar like that of a snow muffled starting pistol that sets off a stampede, the ice and snow that had been balanced on top of the bar's roof avalanched off. This brief thaw was welcome, even if it was a faux thaw. Faux thaw, not the words we have been hoping for since Mid-November, but that's the reality of it. Forecasters, after having consulted their computer models, ouija boards, and sheep entrails, have come out of their cubicles and caves. The proclaimation was as dreaded as it was unanimous: the Polar Vortex is coming back. With it will come the sub-zero temperatures that we have all come to know and love. To get in the proper mood, we've been reading accounts of Napoleon's retreat from Moscow. It was reported that during the withdrawl back in 1812, crows froze in flight and fell from the sky. For the next few weeks, we are thinking of wearing a extra thick hat or ski helmet when leaving the house to prevent frozen bird induced head dents.
-Nemo, now with less snow on the roof.