Even in Manhattan folks, there are signs of global warming. And it’s not just the Polar Bears that are in danger. Today, as I was talking my weekly stroll through the city and freezing my butt off even though it’s almost friggin’ April, I wasn’t so sure the Gore prophecies where true. I mean after all, where is the Goddamn spring? But then:
When I asked the store manager if ALL the Princeton Ski Shops were going out of business I thought: Holy moly, I’ll be able to go from store to store and get a boatload of ski equipment. But when he said the reason that the chain was going out of business was because there was no snow; no snow to speak of for two years, I felt guilty. Guilty that I was not only gleeful about the sale while others were losing their jobs, but the seriousness of global warming was under shadowed by my joy of a bargain. A lot of bargains. And then I realized: it was true. The only snow that I saw this winter in the big dirty A, was during the Red Bull contest.
Listen , there has to be some silver lining behind those dark clouds. So sue me.