Sung to the tune of I Love Paris In The Springtime.
Seriously… I was born and raised in southeastern Idaho, where it regularly stayed below zero for weeks on end; where we used to pray for snow so it would warm up. In my checkered youth, I once drove a road closed by snow in an attempt to get to a ski hill. (The ski hill was closed, too, it turned out.)
So I find all of this pretty amusing.
But, I’ve lived in Portland for 30 years now. Am I venturing out? No way! I will stay safely at home and laugh hysterically at all of those drivers out there who think they can go normal freeway speeds during an ice storm.
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I myself am a native Oregonian and what’s with these people that they think they can get out in this? It boggles the brain.
1Remark from Mrs darling — Saturday, 1/15/2005 @ 10:32 AM
There is almost nothing that is so important that one should be out driving on the ice.
For the last 25 years I’ve had lunch every week with my friend M. Today we cancelled. I’d rather live to lunch another day!
2Remark from Judy — Saturday, 1/15/2005 @ 10:57 AM
We are also hunkered down here for the long haul. My daughter was supposed to have a friend here to spend the night. When I told her of the cancellation, she said “But can’t they just walk here?”
Uh, no…
3Remark from Betsy — Saturday, 1/15/2005 @ 11:18 AM
😀 Kids… gotta love ’em.
Mine spent the night at a friends house. I warned him first that he might be there for a while, unless he wanted to ice-skate home.
I’m sure that, as a newly-minted driver, he probably thinks it would be a good time to learn to drive in ice. Ain’t a-gonna happen.
4Remark from Judy — Saturday, 1/15/2005 @ 12:25 PM