View From My Window

In Forty Degree Weather

The mail was not delivered today
because it was minus forty degrees outside.
First there was rain, then there was sleet, snow,
and even a hurricane.  I battened down the hatches
as much as I could, then I hurried into the living room
to watch "Jeopardy."  

I never understood why people went on "Jeopardy," anyway.  
Who would want so much money in the first place?  
What would you buy with it?

Those are the kinds of questions I think Alex Quebec
should ask.  Not what is, or why is, or any other sort of
formal answer that you might expect from anyone other
than a scholar.  I am not a scholar:  I am an account executive.
I leave on a train for New York next week.  What is the capital of
New York, Alex, what is the period at the end of a sentence?



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