Saturday, December 10, 2011

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?

Francois Villon neiges d'antan
This post is dedicated to Charlotte, the Mermaid, for reminding me of our last big snowfall exactly three years ago today, and to Brother Berryman, my high school French teacher, for introducing me to Francois Villon many, many, many years ago. Who could predict I would grow up to be a blogger in search of a headline one winter's morning in New Orleans?

5 comments:

  1. And, dear readers, who could have guessed that Villon's immortal refrain would appear on something called a "blog" maybe 600 years later? Ain't life grand?

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  2. It was just by accident I remembered the snow when I ran across the photo in my Flickr the other day. Thanks for the mention! That's a very handsome snowman. :)

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  3. I'm glad you found that photo and reminded us of a very special day. Just three years ago, seems like 300 years to me for some reason. There were five or six little snowmen along the neutral ground on North Rampart Street that day -- all about three feet high, and melting quickly. That night, I went to a Christmas party and, of course, everyone was talking about the snow. I mentioned the snowmen on North Rampart Street to a friend, from the Northeast, who opined: "Can't anybody build a proper Goddamned snowman in this town?" He was right. It's not in our tribal memory and skill set.

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  4. Here are a couple more for you. this morning I think we got the Fog of Yesteryear. sp

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  5. Thanks, Sussah, those snowpeople didn't last very long either.

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