Calling on Willyam Walliss
The Zick and I are sitting in the Cowtown Airport waiting to see if the snow foils our first joint attempt at visiting the tropics in 2007. I went to Florida in early January. Then she went to FL. Then I went again. At no time during MY time in the Sunshine State was it at all tropical.
So now we're aiming to visit Guatemala. And it's snowing like it's the Scottish Highlands outside.
We're even trying to fly out a day early to avoid tomorrow's REALLY bad weather. And yet it seems that Mutha Nature might have her way with us after all.
So I am calling on the spirit of Mel Gibson, wearing the mullet wig of William Wallace (I yam Willyam Walliss!) to guide us through this snowstorm and get us into the air, above the weather. Once airborne, we'll sit back, relax, and dream of trogons and motmots as we dribble coffee and free peanuts down our chins.
I found this amazing piece of folk art (Mel) in an Irish pub that I was dragged to kicking and screaming by my friends Lisa and Jeff. They insisted on playing darts and drinking beer. I indulged them.
So we're sitting and watching the snow pile up. Two, maybe three inches already...
Mel, can you give us a hand here, mate? We really need to see some birds.