I haven’t heard the expression “cool cat” in a while. (Maybe I hang out in the wrong circles.) It meant, as I understood it, someone who was unflappable, self-assured and stylish. Or, at least, such a person had their own un-self conscious sense of style and their ease with it was exactly the reason why others tried to emulate it, but couldn’t.
What sort of image would a “cool cat” cyclist project?
The other day I lamented that this winter has felt brutal and seemed endless, not only because of the weather.
Well, the last couple of days have given us a respite. Today the temperature reached 75F (24C); yesterday it soared to 81F (27C). I’ve managed to sneak out for rides between my classes and student conferences. A jaunt to Randall’s Island revealed that, even if winter resumes, it will not bury eyes opening from beds where remains of skeletal limbs lay and turned to mud.
Spring may not have “officially” arrived.
I woke up just before sunrise, which arrived an hour later than it did the other day because of daylight savings time. Could that have been a reason why dawn today gave a hint or tease, depending on your point of view, of the season people are anticipating more than any other in recent memory.
More snow has fallen and ice has covered local waterways this year than in the past few; people seemed to get sicker and age more. Of course, weather and epidemiology aren’t the only reasons why this winter has seemed so brutal and endless. Pundits have chattered about our chances of “entering” “another” war; the truth is that this country hasn’t not been in one, declared or not, at least since World War II. Even if he hadn’t attacked Iran, the Fake Tan Fūhrer has been at war—with the people of this country.
Some have fought against him and paid dearly. Others are looking for refuge. Either way, they want this winter of discontent to end.
