I’m not surprised. She comes from a family where the mom made cherry pies to celebrate the honesty of George (who, it appears, did not deserve this particular commemoration).
Perhaps the problem is not with February, but with me. I regard Super Bowl as a nonevent. Valentine’s Day? Every day is Valentine’s Day, I’m told. No, not cherry pies either. There are twenty-eight days of bad weather in the middle of a busy semester. That’s February for you.
Still, I do love the prettiness of a fresh snow. Winter, as viewed from my office window can be lovely.
...and even lovelier from the safe, bookish warmth of the Law School library.
But February, once you engage in it, once you step out for whatever reason...
...chances are great you’ll wind up on your rear end.
