If you remember Eugene O’neill’s American tragedy, The Iceman Cometh, you might have been in a high school drama class in the 1960s in West Columbia, Texas, with a teacher who believed O’neill’s work was brilliant. O’neill in her opinion belonged in the same conversation with Tennessee Williams, Lillian Hellman, and Thornton Wilder. Mrs. Juanita Roberts had fiery red hair cut in a pixie and always let her class chat quietly for a few minutes before the bell rang to end class so that she could race to the teachers’ lounge for a smoke. Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end.
Today the state of South Carolina where Pretty and I live has been deemed by the governor to be in the grips of another Iceman who is controlled by Mother Nature and promises to create a nightmare for the entire state. The governor has declared a state of emergency throughout the weekend. Wintry mix, freezing rain, and snow will be the culprits, but the largest blow in the forecast is the ice that will cover everything when the rainfall freezes in places predicted by American meteorologists in whatever model they use to foretell Mother Nature’s fancies.
calm before the storm – looking across the street at naked trees
Pretty made the blue bottle tree in our front yard
our big oak tree in the back yard before the Iceman Cometh
Mother Nature will have her final timing for the Iceman and/or the Weather Person; but for now we cross our fingers that everyone will be safe and that any birthday parties planned for Saturday morning can be continued as scheduled.
Stay tuned.
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