The End of Another Era. Again.

David Nelson, the last remaining Nelson of the "Ozzie and Harriet" Nelsons, died this week.

I never knew what Ozzie did for a living.

I never knew what Harriet did around the house, other than say "Ozzie!".

I did know what "Little Ricky" did.  He sang.

"Poor Little Fool", "Travelin' Man", and, of course, "I'm Walkin'".

Yes indeed.

What did David do this entire time?  Smile for the camera.

I never knew what David did either, but he did get married.  And performed in what would become the longest-running sketch comedy series of all time.

Yes indeed.

And outlived his family.

Ozzie and Harriet represented what every American family wanted to be--stable, secure, good-looking kids, all of it, right down to the white picket fence (oh, wait, that was "Leave It To Beaver").

The good old days.  If only they were here again.

Yes indeed.

Snowmaggedon 2011 Update

The aftermath.  What a glorious thing.

The snow started sometime after midnight Sunday, and it lasted throughout the day Monday.  Thank God we had plenty of bread and milk.

Our little piece of heaven looked like this:

Between five and seven inches was what they said...all I know is that the snow was halfway up my leg.

The beauty of it all surpassed the inconvenience it caused...not being able to get to work (a tragedy) and having to haul in firewood (a burden).

That being said, it has been a gorgeous couple of days.

Snowmaggedon Is Upon Us. Again.

We had snow on Christmas Day here in the mountains, the first time in 139 years.

Here's a picture (taken Christmas Day afternoon) of the Price Building (the former US Mint) on the campus of North Georgia College and State University, THE Military College of Georgia:

I point out the sparse amount of snow on the ground at NGC only because the forecast over the next couple of days calls for between five and seven inches of snow in Dahlonega.

Panic has already set in.  Milk and bread are selling like the Tribulation has begun, but so are beer and wine.

People are hunkering down for the Great Winter Storm of 2011.  Only time will tell how many countless lives will be lost due to a lack of milk and bread.  Or beer and wine.

At our house, we're bringing wood in because there's sure to be a power outage due to lines freezing, then snapping, and pulling down utility poles on the top of bread and milk trucks.

Tragedy upon tragedy.  All because of some snow.

How do I know this is serious?  Because at noon today, Ken Cook of Channel 5 had his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up, holding a half-empty glass of milk and a crusty slice of white bread.

I'll report in after the storm subsides.  Or when the supplies run out.