• Posted on:February 11th, 2008
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• Category:My Every Day

If only I could control the weather.

Pat’s been held up in “a place that begins with M” for two days. He is supposed to be on the flight that lands in about 40 minutes. His luggage was supposed to arrive on the earlier flight. I suppose if he doesn’t make it, I could hang out with his backpack for the rest of the week, though I don’t think it would be much fun to drink KBC beer with a backpack.

Let it be said to all of my friends and family who might venture to visit me, that this is not normal weather. Sure, it snows, but the residents of the Upper Peninsula know how to deal with snow. We drive in it, play in it, LIVE WITH IT. We even fly planes in and out of it. It’s just when the wind gets up to, oh, 50 mph, that we kind of shut some things down, like the airport.

Minneapolis isn’t the worst place to get stuck, with the Mall across the street and all of the extremely polite people. Kind of like Canada, so hopefully he felt right at home, with subzero temperatures.

No problem, buddy. We can cram five days of drinking beer and eating nachos into three.