Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for January 23, 2009

I’m on it!

Aha!—So THATS why everybody got buried in snow this year.

I’m throwing burning matches. I hate winters anymore!

In England, a thousand years ago, I and my mates Berk and Reginald, would write letters and post them to the Ice King. We were all 7yrs. old, and had heard a story about a lad who got it to snow on school days thusly.

All it takes for us to get a snowstorm is planning a trip somewhere in the winter. BOOM! Blizzard conditions!

Years ago we had a radio station that as an April Fool’s gag, did a “public service announcement” They announced that that the city wanted to test the water system to see if it could handle a sudden influx of people during a disaster. They asked all the listeners to flush their toilets simultaneously at 9am. As the station was very popular, at 9am the city’s water pressure hit an all time low and the radio station got told never to do it again…

wuztwo: Dear Sir, “what da heck time is THAT?”

IT is the wonderful time of children.

IT is the time of clocks with many-digit numbers and letters. IT is the clock that moves profoundly slow, till at once, and of a sudden, it moves painfully fast, framed in logic and sad inflexabilityl.

Mr.Tubbsbottl: Did the letters ever work? Being that you lived in England, did you have a lot of snow anyway? It must have seemed magical if it worked out that it snowed very hard at the same time of the mailing of your letters to the Ice King.

aprille1: Yes they did, in a way…. when ever the snow fell it was ours to believe that the Ice king had sent it. We were in awe. We did not tell the adults, for fear that we would be punished. But we knew, we knew as only children know. Such was the magic our OUR Tarabithia!