Winter in Pigspittle

fireplace1With a fresh pile of wood and plenty of kindling from the post-Ike wind storm, I’m ready for winter.  According to, this season is likely to be bitterly cold for land east of the Great Plains.

Cold I can handle.  Snow I can handle.  Snow, cold, ice, and no power?  Nyet.  That was the combination we faced during the Christmas of 2004.  I sat in front of this fireplace (why did they build it in the kitchen, for god’s sake?) for five days, in a sleeping bag, with a radio, a book, candles, ashtray, coffee (when we could get it), and cigarettes.  I obsessively poked and stirred and grumbled.  I felt myself morphing into Jack Nicholson in The Shining.

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