The sky is getting darker and a snowstorm is bearing down on Wisconsin. Technically it is an Autumn storm. While it is a daunting task to shovel the white stuff, I don't have to travel. When I was working and had to make the Ripon commute, tracking storm systems became critical in determining road conditions. At last, no travel! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
If you want a micocosm of financial collapse, just follow the fortunes of my buddy Tiger Woods. The squeeky clean golfer on his way to billionaire status has encountered a perfect public relations storm. It seems he has been cheating on his wife. His life as he knew it is over. First, the world sympathizes with his wife Elin. The cad!. Second, every sleezy broad that shook his hand will betrying to join in on the party. Lots of law suits! Lots of books being written by girl friends to reveal all (that is a pun). Lots of sponsors preparing to cancel lucrative contracts. Tournament sponsors will have to endure a circus atmosphere when Tiger appears. Worse yet? Tiger's mother-in-law is camping at Tiger's house and rumor has it that Tiger has to sleep on the couch. Imagine earning $1 billion and having to sleep on the couch. Rumor has it that Tiger's wife damaged his 3 iron when smashing in the windows of his Cadillac. Now he has to get a new 3 iron.
The Green Bay Packers beat the Baltimore Ravens last night. It puts them in position to claim a wild card selection to the NFL playoffs. In truth, the Packers have a pretty good team and seem to be improving. I have to admit that I'd like to see Green Bay make the playoffs and ultimately face Minnesota again. The goal would be to derail the "Purple Express".
I have my snow tires mounted on both cars.
The Christmas tree is up.
All I can say is "Tis the Season".
Stay off the roads and stay warm.
Love,
Dad