"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)

Location: Arlington, Virginia, United States

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Global Warming Fights Back!

Four days after a blizzard made one look twice at Punxsutawney Phil (and his prophecy that Old Man Winter had six weeks more to live and make a fuss), Republicus stepped out to a balmy, 66 degrees fahrenheit in the Nation's Capital.

He heard a sound he did not expect to hear on Febrary 16: a young woman walking by wearing flip-flops.

Republicus suddenly felt like donning a sailor-suit and breaking out into song while sauntering down the side-walk a la Gene Kelly or Frank Sinatra in the 1945 film Anchor's Aweigh...


Blogger John said...

I know, silly me. Just a preview of Spring fever...

4:19 PM  
Blogger Kelly said...

Ya, we had a nice snow storm just this week with more to come....don't start dancing yet.

8:11 PM  
Blogger John said...

Yes, it was just a freakish fluke, it appears (brrrrrr!).

5:12 PM  

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