456. Cold
"Colder than a well digger's ass" is a phrase my friend Cyril Allgeier would use to describe the type of weather we're having - weather which refuses to give up its place here along the Left Bank of the Ohio River near Milepost 606. Yesterday when I woke up, it was 18 degrees and had fallen to 17 by the time I got to work. This morning's wake up temperature was 16. The truth is I haven't been warm since I left Washington DC in January. Something has to give. Soon.
Today's marks what would have been my Uncle Don's 73rd birthday. He died in 2005.
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4 comments:
Jeff: Uncle Don is missed by all of his fans.
--Tony McAdam
thomas@mcadam.com
PS: It's colder than the balls on a brass monkey.
"Colder than a well-digger's butt in the Klondike." -- from my dad
As for the etymology of "balls on a brass monkey," I checked Wikipedia to see about the brass cannon ball theory. Totally discredited, for which I am sorry -- loved to tell that theory to people.
I couldn't have said it better and I couldn't agree more! Man, this has been a long winter.
Hang in there...
The Murray Dairy Queen opened this past Sunday (March 1) and, as always, people were lined to the street in freezing temperatures. At least it wasn't snowing on us this year. That is a sure sign that Spring is almost here.
For the record, I will wait till it is warmer for ice cream; I was in line for a footlong chili dog.
KJS
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