WE ARE THE CONTRAST
Cris, a buddy from Indiana called today as he stood on an inch of ice, in a cold gale at Crown Hill Cemetery. He awaited the arrival of the funeral procession for IMPD officer David Moore, gunned down in the line of duty. A howling storm taking aim at the nation from the southwest to the upper north east could not stop tribute and devotion.
I spoke with David's father yesterday. Spencer Moore, a retired police officer, is an old friend and former broadcast colleague from yesteryear, when we were both young bucks. Spencer was holding up well. His eulogy today was powerful and riveting. Still the storm's assault was relentless and a drive by David's precinct was dropped for a straight line process, in snow and ice to where cold citizens with warm hearts saluted a hero in an act as steadfast as a mountain.
THE BEST WE CAN DO IS OFFER A ROAD FROM WINTER, YOUR FATIGUE FROM WATCHING EGYPT OR YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT IN THE BALL GAME.
MAYBE OUR SCENES WILL PROVIDE WARMTH
THE PROMISE OF HOPE
OR THOUGHTS OF SPRING
THE PROBLEM HERE IS SMALL-
A MATTER OF POLLEN
I shoveled snow for years. I'd much rather sweep pollen.
For those of you reading at the time of or from the storm we wish you well.
Hope the power stays on and that you stay warm.
Spring will find you.
See you down the trail.