Dear KenM:
There's no way in he** I'd leave my door open this time of year; I'd have ice in my toilet.
I've weenied out the last two days and taken rides in to work from my boss. Tomorrow I'm
Gray Ghosting it though. Speaking of that mighty whip, she just turned over 3,000 miles. This is all the more remarkable since she hasn't been more than ten miles from my cottage.
Speaking of the cottage, have a look at what they put at the end of my road:
Yes, indeed, at long last, we have
the bridge. It's the talk of the town (village actually). It was even mentioned in church last Sunday.
It doesn't officially open until mid-May; the town has assumed responsibility and the Selectmen can close it whenever they want. Even though it's a two-way bridge, it's one way (at a time) for now, they are only going to plow one lane down the middle, they can't use (much) salt, blah, blah, blah. But it means my ten mile round trip to the village is back to two miles.
It closes again on April 1st when the construction season starts up, and—once it's blacktopped, gets lane markings, lights, etc., it'll be open for real, in all it's two lane glory (the old bridge was one lane). The grand opening is slated for mid-May. (Of course, every silver lining has a cloud: there are seven or eight cars passing by my cottage every hour, instead of two or three, but that's the price one has to pay to live with all the modern conveniences.)
Allen