By Al Drinkle
As I smash these words into the keyboard, my dreams of springtime are shattered by legions of snowflakes that have long since lost their aesthetic appeal. Like me, readers who are denizens of Calgary probably have some justification for living here, but as this most oppressive of winters mercilessly perpetuates itself these reasons become increasingly elusive. (Unless you have a passion for snow removal… in which case you’re a pervert).
Mother Nature is a vile and nefarious ogress of boundless cruelty, but she’s not a particularly strategic adversary. Her only tactic is to erode our collective spirit with terrible and ironic weather, but maybe if we acted like we were impervious to the assault, she would accept failure…
So get some Trashmen or Lively Ones blasting, cue up your favourite Frankie Avalon beach movie (it’s Beach Blanket Bingo, isn’t it?) and start obliterating bottles of rosé like it’s April 2018! We’ll help by making the price a little friendlier…
