Oh. My. God.
The winter storm we encountered halfway through Illinois was the wost weather since the last time Joyce and I tried to go somewhere. The snow was incredible.
We counted at least 20 cars in the ditch on the way in, as did the other people in the hot tub. They saw a police car in the ditch, too, lucky devils. The holiday inn in Normal, Ill., is so packed, there are people sleeping on couches in the lobby. The night watchman's got a sense of humor about it. It's not five A.M. yet and we're getting out of here. They can't say we didn't try to get to Thanksgiving dinner on time.
An analogy occurred to me about the weather when we checked in here yesterday. It was like getting slapped in the face with hundreds of frozen beetles.
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