In the Teeth of Winter

Who came up with this cockamanie notion of Game Night way over to Undisclosed City all through winter? Instead of calmly plowing my way through the biggest, sloppiest, most maniacal novel in all of christendom while leaving the driving to the MTC while an all day snowstorm ensured that good progress would be made as traffic slid to a halt I am white knuckling my way cross town so that I can, once again, expose myself to the vicissitudes of the dice and the bottle while January slams us first with greasy snow and then the start of the coldest snap in four years. What novel, you ask? Yes, wouldn’t you like to know? Anyhow, snow so deep one of us was trapped in their own driveway. Traffic so slow I was able to dig my camera out of my backpack, remove the lenscap, focus and fire off the pic below of the Art Car I was following over the Franklin Ave bridge, recap the camera and put in back in the pack before moving an inch. So it was all worth it.

Or was it? Our first game consisted of all players working in cahoots to arrange the material universe into prearranged patterns (you know, we could have created our own instead, that would have been super keen) of positively and negatively charged particles which, having achieved perfect harmony, then disappeared, as it were, leaving behind only uncharged dark matter. Nothingness.

Here we see those Game Kings who were not stuck in their driveways struck instead by the awful, unknowable nothingness of the universe. You see, we all won this one. Om.



Wow. Entropy descends. But then, war! Air, land & sea. Must love the rocket ship air forces. The Colonel displays his tactical finery and takes this one.



But then, ying yang overflow. Everything go upside down!

Finally I seem to recall that we played four hand chess with Magic card play on the side. Simply was not meant to be. We disbanded in total confusion as the Game Night HQ imploded into a singularity of fortune and was swept off across the frozen city night to the sound of a far off train whistle.

Groundhog coming on groundhog day
Groundhog coming and bringing Lady Summer along
Tell me Mr. Groundhog what do you say?
Telling those good folks old man winter is gone
Well I hope you don't find no shadow round your home
When you try and look over your shoulder
Well I hope you don't find no shadow round your home
All because I'm counting on you, Hey Mr. Groundhog
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Groundhog people with your groundhog ways
See you in the sun but you fly when the shadows get long
Tell me Mr. Groundhog what do you say?
Telling those good folks Old Man Winter is gone
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