It's a great day to get out and see the world, well at least the two miles of it that runs between my house and the grocery store. I had to buy tomatoes.
Driving through the maze of plowed up snow and weaving through normally wide streets that now have snow banks running straight down the center because...well, where else do you put the stuff...was a little like being on the set of Dr. Zhivago. But when I got out of the car and began the slow, shuffling walk to the store entrance, careful not to put a foot down on a spot of ice that wasn't covered over with mushy slush, I found myself next to Walter Huston, I swear.
Here was this shuffling old man who was doing the same don't-fall-on-your-ass walk. He looked over at me with a lovely summer grin and said, "Isn't winter fun?" I loved him immediately. Who knows how many winters this man has seen come and go, and who knows what other seasons he has endured, but he can look at this dirty situation and laugh, "Isn't it fun?" And then he chuckled with the Walter Huston laugh--that squeaky hee hee hee hee. I thought he would click his heels and do the Sierra Madres dance. If our terrain had been less treacherous, he just might have. As we got to the door, he shuffled a little faster, "better hurry up and get inside, hee hee hee hee." He veered off toward the cafe, and I veered off toward the tomatoes, but I would have liked to sit across the table with this Walter Huston, this man who laughs at winter storms, and listen to his stories. Yep, it's a good day to get outside and see the world.