Ah, San Diego. Land of beaches, bro’s, and babes. So goes the common belief. Alas, the reality is far different. In the winter, we face snow storms that would make a New Yorker blush.
But that doesn’t mean we don’t get some weather. For example, it snowed last night at my home. Here’s the proof:
To find such solace, I’ve moved up to the “mountains” of San Diego. Yes, mountains. 5,000 to 6,000 feet of green [and brown in the summer] mountains where the mountain biking is perfecto’ and the mountain lions are reasonably vegan. It’s the kind of place where people are yelling at me to turn down the music at 7:30…and I don’t even have music playing.
Regardless, we do get snow most years. The “We’re All Gunna Die Blizzard of Aught ‘18 was an experience what with three straight days of snow that imperiled the region because Amazon orders could not be delivered the entire time. CNN nearly carried live coverage of the riots at the Post Office in town.
This year, we’ve faced down “The End Is Nigh Dusting of Aught ‘19” with great courage…by sleeping through it. Nonetheless, bravery is bravery, and another “storm” may well be on the horizon. If you don’t see any blog posts published after this one, send the avalanche dogs. Those ones with the little barrels of booze. Because…warmth?
Richard Chapo, Esq.