The Edge of Nowhere

So, last week, I meant to tell you, there was a tumbleweed sighting on an episode of The Simpsons, the one where Homer wins a Harley in a dance contest with Marge at a '50s theme restaurant and he forms a motorcycle gang and then the motorcycle gang who had the name first come and take over his house. The owner of the restaurant was lamenting the closing of his place with a tumbleweed rolled by.

And now, here on the edge, the wind has come up again (National Weather Service reports winds 30-35 mph with gusts to 50 mph) and I looked out the window here on the fourth floor and I can see those marching, rolling, terrorizing tumbleweeds passing through. One just shot across the ice on the frozen corporate pond down below, and a flock of geese jumped skyward in fright and were blown off to the southeast, after those menacing tumbleweeds. Curse you tumbleweeds!

// posted by eba @ 4:39 PM