Heading into December. . .

All right! Just a typical Michigan day. Wednesday I am cruising around town on my motorcycle, Thursday I am checking my snowblower to make sure it is functional. The snowmover got used a grand total of one time last year, but sure as God makes green apples if that baby ain't working I will wake up some morning to find snow covering the first floor windows.

Knock, knock, knocking on winters' door. . .

Okay, I believe winter has arrived here in Michigan, my Michigan. We actually have snow out there tonight that is sticking, and along with it has blossomed the usual crew of native Michiganders that seem to think because they live in a state bordering Canada that they do not need to take the sort of precautions that someone from a southern state, such as Ohio, may need to take. There was the guy I saw walking into Meijer tonight wearing a jacket and shorts, for instance. He really would not have warranted much more than a passing glance, except for the fact that I watched him almost get mowed down in the parking lot by one of the bunch that believe they can see through a layer of snow across their back window. That dude wearing the shorts would have been awfully cold if he had wound up laying there in the parking lot waiting for an ambulance.