It's 22 degrees outside. We had a little respite on Friday. Got up to, like, 45 or so. Now, it's just cold. Time for something hardy to eat. Chilly weather is chili weather.
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
3 comments:
dude, i feel your pain. it's in minus numbers in nyc. stay warm!
Russ makes killer chili! If the thermal temp. doesn't warm you up---the red pepper will! His Dad loved it----I sweat my way through it!
I can't even fathom NYC temps, Col. Though I was born in frigid Montana, my youth was spent in sunny FL.
I'm not sure I ever had Russ' chili, Frandy. Fries? You betcha.
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