| How We Survive the Winter Hear the Salvation Army Band Down by the riverside It’s bound to be a better ride Than what you’ve got planned Carry a cup in your hand Look around Leaves are brown And the sky Is a Hazy Shade of Winter |
| Why Robert Pirsig’s ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’ Still Resonates Today The snow is snowing and the wind it is blowing But I can weather the storm What do I care how much it may storm I’ve got my love to keep me warm I cannot remember the worst December |
| Your all-access guide to improving your Google search visibility And it sure been a cold, cold winter And the wind ain’t been blowin’ from the south It’s sure been a cold, cold winter And a lotta love is all burned out It sure been a hard, hard winter My feet been draggin’ ‘cross the ground And I hope it’s gonna be a long hot summer And a lotta love will be burnin’ bright |
| Injured? Bruised egos, gobs of money, and the bitter feud that took down Cellino & Barnes, New York’s absurdly ubiquitous accident law firm. Now, it’s the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming. You don’t see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame. And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour To place upon your pillow as the morning came? Thin wind stings my face: pull collar up. I could murder coffee in a grande cup. No welcome deli; there’s no Starbucks here. A dime for a quick phone call could… |
| The Wildwood Boardwalk T-Shirts Of 2020 She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati on a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her mama and her daddy with the baby in the backseat Fifty miles to go, and she was running low on faith and gasoline It’d been a long hard year She had a lot on her mind, and she didn’t pay attention She was going way too fast Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass She saw both their lives flash before her eyes She didn’t even have time to cry She was so scared She threw her hands up in the air |