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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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I'm just guessing, but I'd bet if it was between black ice and snow, you'd rather have the snow...at least most truckers I've known prefer what they can see to what they don't know is there until the tractor and trailer start moving in disconcerting directions relative to each other.
Yeah, I agree, but not based on experience. The companies I drove for kept me in FL and GA with one little side trip to AL. I've never had the 'pleasure'(?)of dealing with either snow or ice-except in a glass.:smug:
 
We were watching the history of the U.S. tonight and it showed ham radio enthusiasts. I grew up in a very small town named Wrangell, and a lot of the dads had ham radios. One of their hobbies was exchanging custom postcards with contact information. For some reason, Rube Goldberg was one of the heroes in the ham radio postcard world. Something similar like this with a call sign:

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I remember a game called Mouse Trap when I was a kid where IIRC you built a Rube Goldberg type deal and then the last person to put some particular part on got to fire it off.
 
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One year we moved to a new city 140 miles away. I rented a truck on New Years eve and we loaded everything that we owned into it. It was a particularly cold winter in the 70's, the road was covered with black ice. Tractor-trailers and cars were strewen in the ditch. A lot of drivers had the sense to pull over. Somehow I managed the trip with a few close calls. You're fine as long as you drive slow enough and don't have to break or turn sharply. The worst was going up a hill at a turnpike. Cars were slipping backwards and spinning around. Undoubtedly some drinkers were going to New Year's eve events so that was also a concern. The weight of the loaded truck was in my favor. I drove that highway every Friday and Saturday night in my Nova for a year before moving. Some cold winter nights were a real freight.

I felt like I had the hand of a co-pilot on my shoulder those nights.
 
A memorable tale from my medieval literature professor:

To produce a book, each monk was given a master page to copy. The completed page was passed to the next cell for proofreading. Any errata were glossed in the margins, which were later cut when the book was bound. Monks sometimes used these margins to communicate silently. Archeologists discovered this exchange in the vernacular:

"It is cold."

"It is winter."
 
There's a story of an elderly farmer who looks out a window and sees a bunch of uniformed men surveying on his property. He asks what's going on and is told they have discovered that his farm is actually in Finland, not Russia. To which he replies "Thank God! I don't think I could have survived another Russian winter".
 
I had a stewardess friend that used to bring me some occasionally, back when it was impossible to get in FL.
Sidebar here. About 20 years ago we didn't have a McDonalds. So when people flew to Juneau (a 30 minute flight) they would buy a bunch of McDonalds and bring it home on the way back. Now most Sitkan's don't eat at McDonalds when they're south because that's the only burger joint we have! LOL

The other big thing is people bringing home Krispy Kreme donuts. That would almost make the news! LOL
 
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