Wednesday, December 10, 2008


It's been snowing recently -- all day on Sunday and Monday afternoon, and the temp is cold enough so the snow has stayed on the ground. This morning I woke to the scraping and beeping of snow plows at work. It's a good, old-time, reassuring sound. Civilization continues to exist. The government is doing its work. The roads will be clear.

Lying in bed, I began to think about cold mornings when I was a kid. Our house had electric heat, and some mornings -- after storms -- the power was out. Our parents would build a fire in the living room fireplace, and we'd get dressed by firelight. I can't remember for sure, but I think we had a gas stove, so our mother could make a hot breakfast.

The way I remember those winters is -- they were much colder than now, and there was lots of snow. Of course, I was shorter, so the snow drifts looked taller.

Hard winters make you appreciate the work that governments do. When there's a snow fall, and the plows come out, three of them in an angled row like half a flying v, clearing the freeway -- you think, maybe there is something to be said for the social compact.


Blogger Unknown said...

Hi, we're talking about groups of SF stories set in established interstellar future historys on the Asimov's forum, and we were wondering a bit about some of your future historys.

If you have a moment this chilly December, we would love for you to stop by:

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Blogger Unknown said...

Thanks for visiting the discussion! :)

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