General Musings
Here in Cleveland we just set two new high temperature records.  Yes, new highs for September 23 and 24.
So, obviously, my mind slipped back to winter. Â It wasn’t any particular memory of winter. Â It had to have been the winter of 1969 or 1970. Â Sometime around then. Â I can’t remember why, but my friend Michael and I were out walking around. Â We were out in the middle of nowhere. Â Maybe between Hinckley and Medina.
The landscape was all black and white. Â Tons of snow and bare trees. Â The road was all white and fairly smooth. Â I had this long dark heavy wool coat and a green ‘n’ white striped scarf. Â Michael had a long red and gold striped scarf and one of the band jacket that had been liberated from the former Westfield High School. Â It was cold. Â Probably in the teens. Â He and I were out there for hours, or at least I remember it as hours.
I have no idea why we where there. Â I’m sure it had to have had something to do with Jeanne. Â We were probably heading towards her house. Â I can’t imagine where we were coming from. Â (Of course, I could have this backwards. Â We might have been leaving Jeanne’s. Â But I don’t know why we would have headed off in that direction.)
Was there some point to writing this? Â No, I don’t think so. Â Just felt I should write something.