Bomb Cyclone: The Barbeque In the Blizzard
I don’t know about you, but I enjoyed myself immensely during the winter storm that walloped a large part of our country the last few days. The storm that I am referring to had a memorable name. The “Bomb Cyclone”! I will never forget it. A storm so bold that it demanded respect. This Bomb Cyclone was rough and packed quite a punch. Would this be the prelude and anticipation of some kind of explosion or supernatural crunch. Would it be a tree crackling and slamming down to the ground, with an impressive thundering sound, or would it be the collision of two or more vehicles clamoring down. Nope, it was just the Bomb Cyclone whistling through our ears. Winds and snow and rain you know, as intimidating as a bully taking your gloves. As intimidating as walking barefoot in the snow. The kind of weather that could make you hunker down and retreat to your couch with a piece of pie. And yet this “Bomb Cyclone”, gave way to a barbeque in the blizzard for my wife and I. I must admit “this”, is something that we sometimes do, “that is” barbeque in the winter, a cookout of sorts for just us two. We can tackle the world my wife and I, so why cower down for some boring pie. To plan something much more exciting for just us two. There is nothing more romantic than a barbeque in the blizzard and dinner for two. To my lovely and awesome wife. I love you boo!