Snow, I’ve missed you.
Maybe it’s all the time I spent in upstate New York. Maybe it’s the fact that it never, ever gets cold enough to even flake in The Sunshine State.
But when my wife and I flew home from Florida Monday afternoon and I saw the beautiful white stuff on the ground on Long Island, I was one happy fella.
I haven’t seen snow in like a year, and seeing it once in a while stirs up all kinds of great memories. Sledding in Sunshine Acres Park near my house. Throwing snowballs at my friends. Driving eight hours in a blizzard from Delaware to New York one memorable February night (one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done in my life, if you’re keeping score at home. THe trip normally takes 3 hours, but it was horrendous on the N.J. Turnpike).
I know if you live in a part of the country that was demolished by the storm last weekend, you think I’m crazy and want me to shut up. But in Florida, when it’s pretty much one season all year round, you miss out on things like winter blizzards.
So, I was a happy guy as I sloshed through the airport parking lot. I’m sure in a few days here I”ll be cursing the ice and freezing my tush off, but for right now, it’s all a white wonderland to me.
*** I love airports. They fascinate me. I’ve always been a fan of flying, even when it becomes pretty routine as you get older. Couple things struck me as I made my annual December voyage up the coast:
–I don’t know if it’s a post 9/11 thing or what, but Southwest pilots don’t tell nearly the amount of jokes they used to.
— Explain this to me about the airport: Why do they lie to us about the boarding process on their monitors? Our flight screen kept flashing “boarding” at us for 10 minutes before a soul had gotten on the plane. Are they trying to trick us or something, make us think we’re going to get on soon?
— And what, exactly, is the proper response to the person in front of you on the plane who reclines their seat all the way back, for the whole damn flight? Are you allowed to say “Excuse me, I now have about four inches of legroom, and if I want to reach under the seat I risk permanently injuring my neck by contorting myself as if I were a carnival performer?” Or do you just suck it up? I’m always too nice to say anything, but man, this woman today was oblivious.
**While I’m in a New York State of Mind, heard tonight that the people of the Empire State will sadly be deprived of either Senator Giuliani or Governor Giuliani, as Mr. 9/11 is set to announce Tuesday that he’s not running for anything in 2010. That’s too bad, because I really wanted to hear how he worked his heroic work on 9/11 into discussions of the environment, gay marriage, and fiscal responsibility. I know Rudy could do it, too!
What a joke he’s become. Maybe he’ll run for President again, who knows. What I do know is that the stars will never align better for Andrew Cuomo, heir to his father’s throne, to be the next Governor of N.Y.