I laughed out loud when I came across this sign while walking through Queensborough yesterday during a bright, sparkling – and very cold – late morning. The weather folks all say it’s been the harshest winter in decades, and as I write this – at the end of another sparkling day that started out brutally cold but warmed up nicely – the forecasters are saying that the middle of this week is going to return to nasty: freezing rain, snow, the whole nine yards. Will it ever end? And: how did it happen that this tough winter, of all winters, should be the first that Raymond and I spend at the Manse?
But I do have to hand it to these folks in Queensborough for taking the right approach to the situation. Because if you didn’t laugh, well, what would you do?