It took way too long for Mother Nature, the holiday season and me, but it finally started feeling like winter.
Monday, Jan. 4, was the first snowfall of the season. It wasn’t much, at least in Bristol. There was one burst for a few minutes. (You see the view from the newsroom. That’s the Bristol train station.) I didn’t run out like I’ve been known to do, but it was exciting. Joe, the assignment editor who sits next to me, actually put on long sleeves and went outside to shoot it. He never wears long sleeves.
Garry said Yeti liked it, too…
..but many of you probably think Casey had the right idea.
Since then, there hasn’t been more snow but it’s still cold.
This was my car window, yesterday morning. Skip unless you live in Florida.
Saturday night, we went to Speedway in Lights, which is a Bristol Motor Speedway fundraiser for children’s charities. (To be perfectly honest, I got the ticket because the station sponsors it.) It’s a big event around these here parts: lots of lights, most with holiday themes, also an American flag.
You drive around the speedway and dragway property in your car and can even hear Christmas music on a special radio station. This was the last night. Garry got to drive on the actual track at the Bristol Motor Speedway!
And I was just happy to see a menorah at the end.
Contrary to what I’d been told, they called it menorah and not candelabra. There was a separate candelabra earlier.