Greetings from snowy New England. A friend from Jersey texted “Be safe!” I smiled. “This storm’s going to miss us,” I thought. The roads were clear and people weren’t fighting over the last of the bread and milk. That’s how you can tell. I used to get my forcasts watching the Weather Channel–if anchorman Jim Cantore was anywhere nearby, we were screwed….
How I Chickened out of Reality TV…
Few people know this, but after finishing a grueling four years at a quality institution of higher learning–majoring in waitressing, I mean, Russian–I applied for, and got through several cuts in the selection process for MTV’s Real World. It was the second season, which would have landed me somewhere in Los Angeles, if I recall correctly. Auditioning for a…
TV is Not A Storm Essential: Being Grateful
We got lucky. It’s post storm, and all is well here–our idea of moving inland away from things like the airport and coast were excellent ideas. The idea of trying to get off the grid immediately–at least as much as possible, has paid off in spades. I’m not chasing sheep around my land washing fleas off wool,…