My parents grew up in Charlevoix, which for you non-Michiganders, is almost at the tip of the mitten. The main road through town is flat through town, but goes up about 50-60 feet on each end. In the winter, the fire department would spray water on the street every Thursday. Not sure what happened Friday; but on weekends, kids would ride sleds from the south end of town as far as they could. Adults would ride 8 and 10 person sleds, and could sometimes go all the way through town, and all the way up the hill on the north side. The things people did for entertainment before television …
We had a farmer that wouldn’t sand his very long and steep driveway for a couple of days after snow storms during the early 50’s. We had everything from Flexible Flyers, one horse wood hauling sleds to refrigerator boxes sliding on that hill.Loved that family.
We had an ice storm the other day. My yard was not just icy, it was covered, all six acres, in a glaze snow-free, flawless, shiny and thick enough to skate on. And I did. Fast. Even uphill. Downhill was just insane. Over and over and over again. Glorious. That “other day” was 43 years ago. The ice lasted 24 hours but has yet to begin to melt.
This week I lost a dear and kick-ass (my ass, as a rule) training partner. Rather, I lost the corporeal version of her; I’ll forever have her with me when I’m out there. She was supposed to someday make a mockery of old age, but I guess we’ll have to accept her making a mockery of what most people settle for as they shuffle toward it. In triathlon, running, swimming, friendships … she put up some impressive numbers. I just wish that one number were higher.
I tell myself years are just one way to measure moments and lives, a measure as inappropriate as it is common. “Neil Armstrong, he’s that guy who lived to 82,” no one says.
Time is a terrible garment; it rarely fits. It stretches some. But it doesn’t fit. Someday it’ll fall off all of us. I bet it’s liberating, naked like that.
Frazz by Jef Mallett for Jan 27, 2018 | GoComics.com
Bilan over 6 years ago
You’ll realize why you don’t really want what you wish for when you wipe out.
GreasyOldTam over 6 years ago
My parents grew up in Charlevoix, which for you non-Michiganders, is almost at the tip of the mitten. The main road through town is flat through town, but goes up about 50-60 feet on each end. In the winter, the fire department would spray water on the street every Thursday. Not sure what happened Friday; but on weekends, kids would ride sleds from the south end of town as far as they could. Adults would ride 8 and 10 person sleds, and could sometimes go all the way through town, and all the way up the hill on the north side. The things people did for entertainment before television …
GreasyOldTam over 6 years ago
Sorry, forgot to say that this was back in the 1920’s and 30s. Not sure when it stopped.
Plods with ...™ over 6 years ago
We had a farmer that wouldn’t sand his very long and steep driveway for a couple of days after snow storms during the early 50’s. We had everything from Flexible Flyers, one horse wood hauling sleds to refrigerator boxes sliding on that hill.Loved that family.
cervelo over 6 years ago
I like Caulfield’s thinking. A good thaw does reduce the dynamic friction coefficient.
Richard S Russell Premium Member over 6 years ago
You can wish and wish and wish and never get what you’re wishing for. OR …
You can get out a hose and actually invest a little bit of work and ta-da!
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 6 years ago
Frazz12 hrs ·
We had an ice storm the other day. My yard was not just icy, it was covered, all six acres, in a glaze snow-free, flawless, shiny and thick enough to skate on. And I did. Fast. Even uphill. Downhill was just insane. Over and over and over again. Glorious. That “other day” was 43 years ago. The ice lasted 24 hours but has yet to begin to melt.
This week I lost a dear and kick-ass (my ass, as a rule) training partner. Rather, I lost the corporeal version of her; I’ll forever have her with me when I’m out there. She was supposed to someday make a mockery of old age, but I guess we’ll have to accept her making a mockery of what most people settle for as they shuffle toward it. In triathlon, running, swimming, friendships … she put up some impressive numbers. I just wish that one number were higher.
I tell myself years are just one way to measure moments and lives, a measure as inappropriate as it is common. “Neil Armstrong, he’s that guy who lived to 82,” no one says.
Time is a terrible garment; it rarely fits. It stretches some. But it doesn’t fit. Someday it’ll fall off all of us. I bet it’s liberating, naked like that.
Frazz by Jef Mallett for Jan 27, 2018 | GoComics.com