Snowfall, 12.7.03

In the parking lot of my office building this afternoon: a beautiful half-cab Scout—as beautiful as the half-cab can be—a 1980 (the only year they galvanized the steel and Zeibarted at the factory) diesel with a Meyer plow, with nary a dent or spot of rust. Sweet.

Get Out Of The Way. People in Baltimore just don’t get it about the snow. For the love of God, people, just drive. Don’t slow down to stare at that guy on the side of the road—he’s just pulled over to make a call, not because he’s bleeding from an axe wound. I have to get to work before noon, for cripes’ sake.