SNOW LION?
Maybe March will be the month of the snow lion at Lake Tahoe.
Maybe March will be the month of the snow lion at Lake Tahoe.
Long about 1952 in Denver, Colorado the loon flung himself down a hill again and again until exhausted on one of these.
Say hello to Ruth. Hello, Ruth. After L. Frank Baum died, Ruth was chosen to carry on with the Oz stories, and so she did, turning out an Oz book a year through the 1920s and 1930s. One of her tales, The Gnome King of Oz, was a particular favorite of mine when I was […]
Edith Piaf’s father was an itinerant contortionist. So there’s that.
Her own bulky figure was made more ponderous by layer on layer of ill-assorted garments of the kind donned from time to time as night wears on by one who, having been aroused hastily and in emergency, has arrived scantily clad. That forty pounder is from Show Boat.
The clouds tease. They mock. They gather, but refuse to drop snow.
‘Sleep…Your eyelids grow heavy…You want to sleep…sleep…sleep.’
It’s cold enough for snow. The elevation of 6240 feet is high enough for snow. So where’s the snow?
6240 feet above sea level on January 21 in the town of South Lake Tahoe Where’s the snow?