3. The Blizzard Incident

Two days in, and a blizzard hits DC –

It snows for 36 hours straight, locking me in my apartment on a diet of paranoia-CNN (my Iowa caucus IMG_3705preparation), second-rate action films (“Die Hard”, “Con Air”, “Predator”), and setting up this bad boy on the website. Back home I refused to buy suitable winter footwear before I got on the plane, not planning on getting anything remotely resembling that over here either. So I put on my Chelsea boots, leave my room, and get a slice of pizza from around the block. The mayor says on national TV, tuck into your supplies and stay indoors. The wind is heavy, cutting my face sideways, it takes forever to wade through the knee-high snow blanket. My new local pizza place is not as empty as I thought. The TV on the wall shows a video countdown of the best Beatles songs as I enter. “Norwegian wood” comes in at 9. Mine favourite is “I’m only sleeping”, perhaps “While my guitar gently weeps”.

I have to decide if I take the pizza with me, risking it to get cold during me slowed-down snow walk home, or eat it there and then, risking disappointment that these two songs don’t me the cut.

“Do you want it to go?”, the pizza guy asks.
No way, man.

Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

Doesn’t have a point of view
Knows not where he’s going to
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?