From this…
To this on Palm Sunday…
To this, three days ago…
To this, yesterday…
This morning…
And this afternoon…
I had resolved that if the last crystals of snow or ice weren’t gone by sunset, I was going to go out and piss on them. They heard me.
Today, April 15th, this location was finally free of snow. Not all of Weymouth can say so; the park under the trees, the parking lots of the malls and the schools and the anywhere that piled it up higher than I did. In six months we start the campaign all over again. A little birdie is telling me that I should be heading South by then, deep South. A little birdie named Doug.
On the North River 