the paper towel walk

For over a week the weather people have been going on and on about the impending blizzard. I was so over the blizzard and it hadn't arrived yet.

Bonnie and I decided to walk Friday afternoon. It might be the last chance for her to get out until spring.

We drove to the park under the Susquehanna street bridge, and headed towards what I call 8th street. But it isn't. We turned on 8th and headed to Dixion street, and before you reach the animal shelter, we turned into the residential neighborhood.

Neither of us had brought tissues and we were sniffling like crazy. I had a little money in my pocket so I thought I'd get some tissues at the drug store. Bonnie had a different idea. Ahead of us were two Hispanic men working on their cars. She asked them if they had a tissue to spare. After a conversation between the three of them in broken English and charades, one man ran into the house and came back with a strip of paper towels. All proud of himself.

I know I could never be so bold.

We did stop at Kmart and bought taco shells for dinner. Saving me from a stop at the supermarket with the crazy snow people.

At that point Allentown, on the weather map, was sitting right on the border between 3-6 inches and 6-12 inches. Bonnie and I figured it would be 4-8. Clearly we were wrong.