I was going to get to town to have the studded tires put on MY Subaru since we learned last time we tried to put them Ann’s Subaru that the tires are 16″ and her wheels 17″…and while in town, head to the library to finish a long blog post I’d been working on.
But no: a snow squall whiteout and driving behind the school bus (two hour delay to avoid wx-related probs and there it was in the very WORST of it) got me here too late to post as planned.
But I did want to pass this along, unadorned, to those who might venture outdoors tonight. It will be worth it.
And after lunch, off to Blacksburg to get the gold crown replaced–the one I almost swallowed Friday night at dinner. GULP.
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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.
It’s not that I mean this in a negative way; but you don’t really seem like the gold crown kinda guy….I hope all goes well though. 🙂