Running for Your Life: March!

There comes a time when all good people tire of putting on Canada Goose down coats (like, really, in my neighborhood of Park Slope, Brooklyn, Canada Goose are everywhere – I wouldn’t have a clue where they were being sold – Macy’s? Certainly not in this ZIP code) and knit caps and lined gloves and thick woolen scarves and hideous Ugg boots. Off we March! to the subway, the only year in twenty-five that I’ve been in New York City that it rolls around to the month of March and this notion of an enforced troop action in this puffy uniform has occurred and I accept it like a slap in the face from an aggrieved stranger, someone, who, and this has happened to me, or more to the point feels like it is happening often enough that I’ve imprinted it as a memory strikes out at me solely because they don’t like the look of my face, they think that my impolitic smirk is meant for them when it’s not, it’s meant to convey how fed up I am with this practice of putting on ALL these clothes in the fruitless attempt of keeping warm in this f—ing winter that just doesn’t end, which brings me to a video that was posted on a Facebook page from snowbound Watertown, New York, by Brian Ashley, my childhood pal from Owen Sound, Ontario, where we both saw snow to last a lifetime. This winter, though, Brian and I are over it. So with a tip of the toque to Brian, here it is, the last word in the winter that never ends: http://bit.ly/1lzbwi6.

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