Texas. God bless Texas. The summers are hot, so hot you sweat through the minimal amounts of clothing you wear. Showering sometimes two, three times a day, and changing clothes just as often. Football games under the hot sun all the way through the season and then the mild, cloudy winter. Most days were sweatshirt weather with the occasional day of shorts and flipflops. Never pack away your flip flops.
On this particular morning, the weatherman predicted "winter storm warnings." Winter coats and mismatching accessories were everywhere; only eyes could be seen between hood and scarf.
We laughed, this powdery dusting, a cold wind, was shutting down schools and bridges. Salt trucks had no salt, sand was dumped in heaps on sidewalks. No one had ice scrapers, no one had gloves. Grocery stores were running out of supplies, lines were wrapped through the aisles, everyone in new-looking winter coats several years out of style.
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