I wanted to be with you alone...

Take a gander at this pic, taken in New York City last week and uploaded to a geeky web site.


These are called mammatus clouds, and weather-types say they sometimes form after a thunderstorm. That's the nerdy science explanation. I suspect this is another meteorological sign that end times are near.

Global warming saves lives

After three snowstorms in the last week or so, the Boston area's sidewalks are pretty much impassable. (So are the streets, sometimes, but that's mainly because of the cars, not the ice.) So the trouble is that pedestrians are walking in the street, and they're getting mowed down by plow operators.

It's happened three times now, and in two of the cases the plow drivers haven't stopped. Won't someone please stop the bloodthirsty rage of snowplow drivers? Who's behind the wheel, anyway?

Mid 60s? It hasn't been this warm on an Opening Day in ages.

I spent the afternoon -- in shortsleeves, mind you -- smoking a cigar and drinking an ice cold beer on the porch.

Sixty-five degrees in Boston. In January. What would Al Gore say?

I wrote last year about global warming's closing argument. This must be its post-verdict celebration.

It's fun to enjoy, as long as I don't think about my new skis gathering dust in the basement, along side Mrs. NB's still-unused $200 bootwarmers.

I wonder -- can my Solomon's double as water skis?

Global warming's closing argument

Twice in the last week, I've seen people driving around in convertibles with the tops down. In Boston. In January.

What more must be said?