Ragged Clown

It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing…


Where can we go that’s warm?

Scott Adams’ reason for coming to California is remarkably similar to my own.

It was the worst snow storm in New York for about a million years. It took me about an hour to walk the half mile to work on Wall Street. The only other people I saw on the way were wearing skiis. Georgina did not leave the flat for two weeks.

“Where can we go that’s warm?”

we wondered. We set a deadline right there and then. By the end of August we would be living in California.

And here we are.

AND I have the same fear of Chicago as Scott.