Jeff Danziger for February 13, 2017

Hey, Jeff, that’s the third time, that I know of, you’ve run this cartoon.

Plus, it wasn’t that much snow.

that picture made me feel the cold, and I live in Kansas where we haven’t had a hard enough freeze to get rid of insects in over 3 years.

But it prevented him from getting out a new cartoon… uh-huh, that must be it…

He changes the nature of the food. It’s Thai now.

I think you could say it is a running joke…

Gad, it’s a classic that why it’s run. Until one lives through the snows from hell you wouldn’t get the point.

The difference this guy will be deported soon if he delivers to the wrong house. Tearing apart another family. Crime rates go down in sanctuary cities.

Response matters. I lived in Northern Colorado, by the foothills, and it always seemed like every year we’d get a huge snow, and the guys in charge in my town would run around waving their arms and smashing into each other, crying, “Snow? What’ll we do now? It never snowed before!”

So they’d call out the plows, and they would pile the snow in places like down the middle of the streets (where it would take longer to melt), and we’d see the same dirty snow for about a month, never quite going away.

Eventually, it’d be warm enough for all the snow to melt off, and you’d hear this collective sigh of relief from City Hall: “Thank heaven! The snow’s gone! It’ll never snow again!”

My brother in Vermont had 3 FEET of snow @ the top of a week, then another 3 FEET later that same week. The units of measuring storms has gone from inches to feet, & eventually to tons.