It’s only February something-or-other, so now buddy Frank decides to finally come out the ACL. Snow’s been on the ground for nearly three months, it’s quite and peaceful, and he lives only 2 1/2 hours away, so he was quick about getting out for a visit. Not that I want to make him feel guilty for dissing me all these months, but what are freinds for if not to make you feel good about yourself.

V-Head brought out his little snowmobile, aptly named Little Red for its scarlet bonnet. It’s an ancient Yamaha nubby-track, so when you’re riding in any kind of snow depth, you have to keep the fucker gassed to avoid getting stuck in the snow. This thing gets stuck on a trail somewheres out here, that’s where you’ll find it till spring rolls around.

It’s a bright sunny day today, a piping 2 degrees … but supposed to warm up to near freezing. The forecast is for major snow tomorrow afternoon, so we’s gots ta git the funs in wore it’n lassed. (Do you like my trailer-trash talk?) I’m working off a bit of a hangover, but there’s remedies for that affliction just behind this post.

I want to give V-Head … and Jimbo, who’s on his way out now … a taste of the small town pub scene, so I’m taking them to Pop-a-Tops at lunchtime for a Thumb Burger, beer fries, and $1.50 beers. Can’t beat that with a two-foot stick.

(more photos are to come!!)