John Philip Sousa, November 4, 1854 to March 6, 1932

If you’re not rocking back and forth and singing “Be kind to your web footed friends”, you’ve obviously never passed in review.

• I had a hard time convincing Irish Woman that “Put your ass behind the shovel and give that snow a push” was a verse from a popular Norwegian love song.
• Irish Woman also did not care for me telling her that I promised to take her to Florida this summer, but I never promised to bring her back.
• It would appear that several hundred automobiles, including over 200 trucks, were stranded on the interstate about 30 miles south of Louisville, because apparently in this age of Internet weather pages, cellular communications, and a motel or truck stop at every exit between Nashville and Louisville, nobody thought it would be a good idea to find somewhere to hole up for a day or so.
  • One of them appears to be the wife of race baiter social activist Jesse Jackson, who is pitching a fit that nobody put their own life in danger to come out and make sure she didn’t suffer from the consequences of her own actions.
  • That’s OK, y’all.  The National Guard didn’t have anything better to do today, anyway.
• There’s something to be said for a hot cup of coffee and a roaring fire on a cold day.
• You wouldn’t think that a 16 inch tall dog would enjoy 15 inches of snow, but then you’d be wrong.  I thought I’d never get Derby out of the back yard.

It’s going to be one of those days.

Praise the Lord and pass the Geritol.

This one goes out to Huber’s Winery in beautiful Starlight, Indiana.  It also goes out to the adopted grandmother of my children, who gifted me two  bottles of their delightful sweet red.

It’s Saturday morning.  Make yourself a big bowl of sugary cereal, put on a cup of coffee, and find yourself some cartoons!