Oobilldiddy dooo

At least that's what it sounds like, this garbled ZZ Top concert on cable tv, have mercy. I was looking for Christmas music and landed in the eighties. What is news today is that Washington DC has at least a foot of snow and is closed for business, so my son who lives there is showing the populace how to slide down Capitol Hill on a piece of cardboard. My boy. Take pictures, I said.

He'll use his Buffalo, NY ways to maneuver the drifts that throw your everyday DC-er into a milk and bread-buying panic as if they were the feathers of a thousand miniature white hummingbirds. His mighty sneakers will kick that fluff aside, and plow ruts in the road for cars to follow; he'll clean sidewalks with a swing of his mighty northern-born arms using his Blackberry for a shovel. His laughter and Russian muskrat hat will melt icicles and extremist Republicans into puddles. Go forward, my son, I am proud.

Time to push some more things around. Be back later, I can just tell.