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When winter visitors go home and write back

Feb. 8, 1994

Cordial greetings:

We landed Saturday night in a slippery ice storm, but drove to New Hope, Penn., anyway, waking up Sunday to realize there was nothing to eat except what the mice had chosen not to consume.

Dashing out to the car, I heard a warm greeting from a Canada goose, honking down in the valley, and then two red-tailed hawks buzzed the treetops and welcomed us home. Yeehah! Only five more weeks of winter.

On the other hand, there are other signs that foretell winter will NEVER depart, so now's as good a time as any to commit hari kari. One such sign is to catch yourself devouring a one-pound orange, freshly bought from Big Al's Emporium in Fort Myers, while chipping six inches of accumulated ice off the back steps. Another is to hop into the family's second car, the one that has been garage-bound while you were in F-L-A, and find the starter is shot. You turn on the radio, just to make sure the battery is still alive, and your all-news station announces with vigor, ".


. and more snow on the way."

Now I sit in my office and watch flurries mate their way into a blizzard. Seven inches are due by dawn. More hot news just arrived _ the kids will make up snow days by attending school on Good Friday and Easter Monday. Splendid. There goes our spring trip to the Outer Banks.

Thanks for everything. You and yours are so nice it's almost worth having in-laws.

"Oh to man

Oh to peace

Oh to snoozing at the end of Bill's dock"

_ Pliny 450 B.C. & Baldwin 1994


Tom Baldwin

New Hope, Penn.