I don’t mean to alarm people, but I think the world it about to end. This morning it actually snowed at my house. I kid you not. The neighbors and I were outside confused (staring at the sky like the second coming of Oprah was upon us) walking around taking pictures, except the neighbors from Colorado – they were like “Its snow! What’s the big freakin’ deal?” And then went back inside.
I’ll tell you, this doesn’t happen here in L.A. Actually, I think it’s illegal (I remember, I voted against it, right next to banning smoking outdoors.) Yes, I do know that snowing here isn’t impossible, some of the old timers from the neighborhood do tell of stores of this happening back in 1912 (like when the big rigs got stuck on the freeways and chemical spills happened…) But that was a long time ago.
In the excitement I became a little disappointed, I wished the wife and daughter were there - they had left a little earlier and missed the 30-minute miracle Oprah had bestowed upon our tiny village. I would have loved to see my daughter’s reaction to the white mystical stuff.
Some days, I wish I could just call that dude from Star Trek (Sammy, Johnny, or whatever his name is) and tell the French dude, “Dude, Laser-beam my familia here, pronto!” Until then, they’ll have to settle on camera-phone pictures and my memory of it instead.