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BLIZZARD ENVELOPS TUCSON! TIRE COMPANIES REPORT NOT A SINGLE SNOW TIRE IN STOCK!


A blizzard, consisting of several snowflakes of perceptible dimension, and wind drifting eastward toward Tucumcari and Bermuda, is driving through Tucson at this hour.  Looking toward Pusch Ridge from a vantage point in our kitchen--as the photo shows--one can see that not a single automobile can be seen, and even the plants that were not able to seek shelter before the storm hit are at a complete standstill.

 Grandparents have been warned not to allow their grandsons out into the streets, unsupervised, lest the Pima County Dirt Grading and Pothole Supervision Crew find their last remaining, horse-drawn grader, and come trotting down the street, unable to control their unfamiliar equipment.

 Two crews from the ski run up at the top of Mount Lemon, at the top of the Catalina Mountains on the northeast side of the City, have been dispatched to the Valley floor to sweep up as much snow as they can manage, and bring it back to the ski run.  A bulletin has gone out to all fourteen skiers in the County to find their ski wax and long pants.  

 On a much more personal note, Mari and I are not entirely depressed by this weather development.  For many years, we lived in Decorah, Iowa, and just this week we learned that an asteroid crater lies directly beneath that small town in northeast Iowa, from a direct hit about 470 million years ago.  We feel lucky to have missed that, and are confident we can deal with this snow, however brutal it turns out to be.  

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