The other night, an older man was trying to school me on the winter weather in America. I almost burst out laughing at him.
“Excuse me, sir, not to be rude, but I’m from Boston, land of the freaking nor’easter.”
I didn’t go there but would’ve loved to. I was having a chat with a couple I’m close with. Husband from NY, wife from Adelaide (Aus) with a similar story to mine. (ie – Travelled and travelled, fell for someone when you least expected it and ended up moving to the other side of the world.) This couple, Jeannie and Howard, taught uni in Wisconsin and later raised their family in NY before moving back to Australia. It’s safe to say, we know winter.
Anyway, the three of us were failing to help the other man comprehend the real size of America and the fact that, generally speaking, Atlanta and Alabama are not normally snowy climates, hence the horror stories he may be hearing about car/truck crashes. Dude had no idea. It was fun trying to lead him along with our reminiscing, the importance of icing the roads, etc.
That was irrelevant soon after though because Jeannie told me she’d been diagnosed with breast cancer since we had last seen in other, just a few weeks before. Her surgery begins in a few days. She and her husband are in their mid to late 60s. This won’t be easy on them. I hugged them, especially Jeannie, so many times before parting ways Friday night, thinking this better not be the last time I see her.
It’s been quite the stressful week.
*The image above was taken in Rutland, Vermont, part of the aforementioned, land of the freaking nor-easter near where I grew up. The railroad crossing photo is mounted on canvas and has been applied with a medley of varnish to give a glowing yet aged appearance.