O, Snowy Day! O, Breath of Beer! O Glacier Mountain!

Just two pictures. This  is the corner of O and 17th Street. On the left, the cars are almost completely buried. The streets were plowed enough so that they were coated with about 4 inches of densely-packed snow. It's going to be tough to drive for at least a week, because that ice is not coming up. It was fun, however, to see the entire neighborhood become a pedestrian walkway.  You people in Canada and Scandinavia can laugh. We are completely discombobulated around here. And supposed to get more snow Tuesday.

I took a fairly long walk. At Dupont Circle, one guy was flat on his back at the back of a massive snowball fight. I headed toward him because he looked to be in some distress. Someone woman was trying to get him to stand up and couldn't do it. I speeded up.

Necessitan assistencia? I asked.
Assistencia? The petite girl in the ski jacket and watch cap turned out to be a white male, red hair, strip thin and about five-seven. 'What do we need assistance for?"
I just stared at him.
"Oh, you're trying to Help," he said. I hate jackasses. Especially with sour beer breath. Some college student or Congressional Aide. God save the world.
"Yeah, he can't stand up and he's peed himself." He also needed a tissue. My non-medical opinion.
"My friend is from Brazil," he sneered. "We don't need anything."

Now there's a logical construct for you. With friends like these--and me not being a speaker of Brazilian Portuguese--

There were enough people around, and the guy was now sitting up on a bench. My authority was nil and he was not going to freeze to death. I left him with the Future Diplomat. And when I walked back through the park, they weren't there.

This is a great old Victorian that used to belong to some brew master back in the day. Oh, LOL! I just tied that together. Generations of beer-breath money. Still, the architecture is for the ages. I must say dark brick is enhanced by the snow, too.

When I got back home, some young lady was cross-country skiing Southbound on 17th Avenue. Incredible! The world is full of marvels, that's for sure. Supposedly we remember them all. Some are to save for sure, just so you remember there is pleasure and fun and lasting accomplishment in the world.

Today my neighbor that knows so much about birds? I bought rock salt for the princely sum of $1.99, then appropriated the shovel he had thoughtully left in the back of his truck. He and I shoveled the back door so people can get out without climbing the Apennine Range. Our snowplow service is UA, baby. I called the GM to call them again.

I keep checking Mr. Bloom, but he's not answering the door. He's in his late eighties, and I'm afraid he's out of soup. But the front desk has heard from him. He's okay for now. And if he decides to go to Safeway, he can go outside now. I hope he doesn't try.