Typically, The Editor takes his legal-size lined pad outside on Friday to write his weekly rant in longhand.
The exercise is aided by a Canadian pipeful of English nonaromatic tobacco, puffed as the words are selected while leaning against the hood of a pickup truck.
Once the rant and headline are completed, they are transported inside to the computer and ultimate transition to website, e-mail and Facebook postings.
That process ended today as several inches of snow and bitter cold made an outside session impossible.
This missive was written directly into those social venues. Sadly, it lacks the imagination and insight always aided by pungent pipe smoke.
Next is tackling income taxes. But that can wait until the weather warms. (9 FEBRUARY 2014)
