So Much For Global Warming

Ok, whoever coined the term “global warming” obviously didn’t envision Tuscaloosa, Alabama on April 6, 2009.  I’m a pretty big opponent of the idea anyway because of the SCIENCE that disproves the THEORY – but that’s another blog for another day, another dog in another fight (not the Michael Vick type, oooooo, burn!).  Hey, he’s getting out soon – tangent moment.

Anyway – it’s going to be 36 degrees tonight.  Thirty.  Six.  Degrees.  Alabama.  April.  Those words should never, ever be associated.  Ever.

I’d buy into the idea of global warming if it were 86 degrees today.  But the low tonight will be FIFTY (five-zero) degrees lower.  That’s freaking cold people!  Especially for us thin-blooded folks that reside South of the Mason Dixon line – which technically includes some places far more suited for this kind of weather – of which, I am most assuredly not.

This is what I prefer:

Note the inclusion of a beach, sunny weather, palm trees, sand, salty air, etc. and overall warm feeling.  Things that make me want to live, not go stiff.

Anyway, the weekend – it was cool.  Saw some planes fly on Saturday (FA-18 Hornet, A-10 Thunderbolt – Wart-hog really, C-17, C-130, B-25, and a bunch of bi-planes).  And the Army Golden Knights parachute team.  They were pretty cool too.  I should write the mayor and thank him for getting something this cool to come to town which helps with the “po-dunk-ness” of this place.  And I should write him another letter letting him know the traffic afterwards was God-awful terrible.  I sat in my car, nearly motionless, for 90 minutes.  I say nearly motionless because I could have walked from my parked car to where I really started moving in about 20 minutes – max.  So by my calculations, I drove about 4 1/2 times SLOWER than I can drive in post-airshow traffic.  Needless to say I was in a GREAT mood…