Looking to blow this town…


Weather dominated our family news in the past week most of it not very good. The better news in terms of warmth and south Florida fun will have to wait for next week.

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Feb. 10, 2014

Ellen/Reid: Well, I guess the town can really get jazzed up about the weather this week; the forecast is for several inches of city-paralyzing, general panic-inducing snow. At the least we’ll look and feel like St. Paul and Chicago for a few days. Hopefully, this won’t delay things into Ft. Lauderdale. It is supposed to be in the lower 40s on Thursday so my assumption is things will be on time. I’m really looking to blow this town for a few days with Emma. Reid, I wish you could go but understand your approach with jetting you and Liz away by your lonesomes. That’s cool.

This was early in last weeks' storm. Hardly a concern by Midwest standards, but enough for a Charlotte Observer headline to declare the city was shut down.

This was early in last weeks’ storm. Hardly a concern by Midwest standards, but enough for a Charlotte Observer headline to declare the city was shut down.

Played golf twice this weekend. One day not so good, the second day good (78). My friend Ted and I got punked in a free-beer-to-the-winner grudge match on Saturday between us and two renegades named Ray and Dave in our group. It was great fun. We constantly jabbed each other verbally the entire 18 holes, and that’s half the fun. Of course, Ray insisted on the most expensive brew, which was his divine right. If I win the next time, I’ll return the favor. My golf pals had a little soiree for me Saturday after the round and we split the b-day cake Betsy and Bob gave me at Saturday breakfast at a place called Eddie’s. It was a great way to kick off the day.

The seasons must be changing here. I slid out the door about 6:20 Saturday morning on my trash walk and almost from the get-go, the birds – cardinals mainly – had a different lilt to their chirps. Something is up, and they know it. The canopy of trees was a live with the cheerful squawking. I like to hear that in the mornings. The walk wasn’t so cheery as it was clogged with litter. But that’s another story altogether.

Every so often I see something that makes me shake my head – and I’m not talking North Carolina politics – and wonder what the hell is up with some people. I was out for my 2.5 mile evening stroll when here comes a guy running, and as he loped along he was literally dragging a puppy on a short leash behind him. There was no way the poor dog could possibly keep up with the idiot. I turned around after they went by in time to see the puppy fall on its side and the dolt just kept on going.

On the flip side, I encountered a small herd, 7 or so, of deer standing about 15 ft. from me as I walked past a clump of trees and into a clearing. I stopped dead in my tracks and both sides just stood there in some sort of suburban standoff. They went about their business of browsing amid the Bermuda grass. This went on for about 30 seconds before I assured them in low tones that I meant no harm and I moseyed along. I like to see them out and about.

Saw the film Nebraska the other night. It’s a black and white beauty about a father/son relationship. What was bizarre was that I’ve been to the fictitious town featured in the film (its real name is Plainview) several times. It’s not all that far from your uncle’s place in Grand Island. What really struck me in the film is the complete and utter absence of any sense of style or decor in those small towns out there. But it was a good film worth seeing. Once is enough for me.

My favorite English Premier League football club, Liverpool, is coming to Charlotte later this summer for a match against another EPL squad. I am going. One of my golf buddies, a British expat named Jane, and her son are going to school me in the EPL fine points (chants, etc.). I’m not a Brit, but it won’t hurt me to be a hooligan for a day or so.

Love, dad

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