Okay. This is what I call brag time. Brag time happens every year when we out here on the left coast get to bask in the heat being projected at the earth from the big, glowing fireball in the sky that we call “the sun.”
It was 87 degrees here today. The sky was clear and the waves were south, southwest, glassy and three to four feet.
Why does this matter to me? Because as we here in Los Angeles soaked up the sun and enjoyed a bit of . . . (dare I say it lest I be call a racist for the millionth time) Indian Summer, the rest of the nitwits across the midwest once again froze their cracks off.
It was an absolutely beautiful day. A gentle breeze swept down off the mountains from the north, and the sky had such a beautiful, deep blue hue that it was almost breathtaking.
Meanwhile the rest of you saps that chose the simple, quiet life in the country are freezing your asses off.
The people that were duped into thinking that life only happens in Chicago and New York are preparing to crawl from the wreckage that will soon become winter, rearing its ugly head with the fury of snow and ice.
Good luck. You simpletons need luck. After all, its really all you have.
When you are stuck on the interstate, freeway or “expressway” as you people back east call it, watching the snow plows clear the road only to spread salt that will eventually reclaim your car back to nature, think of us out here in Southern California, trying to figure an angle to stay cool under the hot winter sun. JD