The Naked Man

  This is turning into more of an op/ed page, but it's a piece (or at least intended as a piece) of personal journal as well. A slice of time and place. That being said...It's the coldest night of the year.

  How cold? I took an outside break for a smoke...It's snot freezing in the nose cold. It's footsteps on snow exploding like artillery. It's wind cutting through a winter coat like it's tissue. A moment to smoke in what to a lot of the country is balmy Ohio. We have a day or two of sub-zero temps, while our northern brethren are seeing cold 20 or 30 or more degrees colder, and for a week or more longer...

  It's mostly mid-sixties in my world, because in my world, I rarely step outside. The other side of these walls is a hell-scape. Stay safe and warm, America. Spring is just a breath away.

Randy Newman:

  Won't somebody help the naked man?

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