keeping warm in December

i just got a love letter from the IRS (not to be confused with I.R.S.) but this is beside the point.

the point is that it is cold today (and by cold i mean 60˚) and when i walked down the avenue i was reminded not of Atlantic but of Remsen. i've been reading journals written on endless freezing mornings a lifetime ago in New Jersey when you could see still the towers smoldering on the horizon. i dreamed of Rumsfeld and bin Laden and kept vigils at the Virgil's.

it was the harshest winter i ever saw.