A Punch in the Face

The wind was howling.

Believe it or not, I was all layered up to toss the ball for Ollie, and then I headed to the grocery store.

I was behind a young, black guy in line and he kept shaking his head as his order was tallied.

“I don’t even want to go back out there,” he said. “How freaking cold is it?”

“It’s only like 25,” I said, “But the wind is nasty.”

We both bagged up our stuff (remember when it was bagged for you?)

(Remember when you didn’t have to pay a dime for a thin bag that rips as soon as you pick it up?)

We stood at the door.

“It’s like getting punched in the face,” the man said.

I laughed.

An apt description.

I ran to the car (as much as I can run now), and saw the guy doing the same thing.

He let out an epic howl and it made me laugh again.

Reports are this is going to be the coldest January in decades.

They’re talking about tremendous snow storms.

I’m 30 days from the golf trip…

…it’s going to pass slowly.

Like a punch in the face.

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