Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
I take this job up here in the Gawd for saken land (as my Mother called it) and arrive up here in August 1993, sans Roxann and Haley. Zack is still cooking. Roxann has not yet forgiven me.
New company has planned a cookout and party and I, returning form what would be 500 trips to Caterpillar, go home and change and show up in shorts. I get that "you're not from around here, are you?" look as the rest are in hoodies and jeans. I froze. In Columbus during August, it's hot and humid. This concerned me a tad... It also concerned me as they called me a southerner due to MY ACCENT...
So Zack pops, I miss it as I'm fogged in here, and the rest of the troop make it up here. Winter was an eye opener as the first snow broke my only plastic shovel -- on the first pass, of the first snow. I had never seen snow blowers so big, let alone snow plows larger than my home and that second balde on the side.
My Dad likes to point to the flags on the fire hydrants telling me that should have been my first clue.
So winter seems to go and I slap the ROH racing wheels back on my Audi 5000S. All is well... until this day, in my first Spring of 1994... when it snowed 6 bloody inches...
I skated home, and literally began trying to find a way home to Columbus. Ah, the memories.
Zack, now taller than Haley, ran a 4:79 and can now do 10 pull ups. I liked it better when they were smaller and I could STILL RUN.
Now go out and take on the day...
SJ
