Dec 14 2008
Where The Hell Is Global Warming When You Need It?
All this week, in Chicago, I woke up to below freezing temperatures and snow, ice, slush and other unpleasant things I just don’t want to deal with now. I’m not ready to shiver all the time or scrape a layer of ice off my car. Not yet anyway.
I realize that Chicago winters can be this way, I’ve lived her most of my life, but it’s not even officially winter yet. As my age advances through the years, these cold temps actually hurt. My bones, my muscles, my entire body. I hate it and I yearn for the warth that summer brings.
Oh I know, I can move to a warmer climate. Maybe join the rest of the “snowbirds” down in Florida or Arizona or some other cozy place, but I keep hearing all this talk about “global warming” and I can’t help but think: “global warming my eye.” Heck, if anything, we seem to be getting colder.
Maybe its just me.
Is it my destiny to become my grandfather yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off his grass, complaining constantly about the politicians and talking about the “good old days?”
Man, I feel old.
