And make this small but urgent plea:
“Please relent from that heart of stone,
Send the Second back to San Antone!”
D.J. TICE, commentary editor
The inelegant flops on icy sidewalks happen more often now.
Luke the lab typically looks away, no doubt embarrassed, until order is restored. In all other ways he is a loyal companion, but he hates to see his person prone in the snow, struggling to get upright.
Thanks to having the privilege of the early morning walk before work, much of the ice-tumbling occurs before the sun is up and other humans are on the move. With age, of course, the recovery time from the bruises and occasional sprains is noticeably longer.
Winter also seems colder now, with this middle-aged body, than it did even five years ago. That’s despite layering that a native Minnesotan would have thought ridiculous as a younger man, having never spent a winter outside of either this state or Wisconsin. (Consider this a formal apology to the former colleague from New Orleans who was mocked for months after he admitted to wearing long underwear from October until the final snowmelt of spring.)
Possible tax benefits aside, the snowbird thing makes more sense with each passing winter. Spring, or what we call spring here, is livable and filled with hope. The beauty of fall, with its colors and football, is to be treasured, and summer is easy.
But in winter our weaknesses — including any uncovered flesh — are exposed, and a sense of vulnerability sets in. Winter in Minnesota is for the young, or at least those with youthful balance on the ice.
And they can have it.
SCOTT GILLESPIE, editorial page editor
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