MORNING LINE: Snow Day in Las Vegas … and on the Mountain
Today’s snow is the first in five years in the Las Vegas valley, but it’s a common occurrence in my neighborhood in Kyle Canyon.
Ah, country living. Up at 4 to stoke the wood stove because the propane heater is out again. And just listen to the soothing sound of the snow removal rig as its diesel engine grinds from street to street.
In a few minutes, if you turn your ear to the winter wind and don’t get frostbite, you’ll hear your neighbor curse after he slips on the ice while shoveling his driveway.
The best part is: It’s only December.
Will it be a long winter?
I don’t care what the weatherman says. My animals have been eating like NFL linemen on Death Row the past three weeks. They’ve been putting on weight and wearing earmuffs knitted from the cat’s regurgitated fur balls. I trust the dogs and cat more than the Farmer’s Almanac.
Record winter, people. Take it to the bank.
On second thought, maybe the bank’s not such a good place.
