Utter panic on the weather deck on Tuesday night. The world was close to coming to an end. White-outs, blizzard conditions, billion-mile-an-hour winds, the grim reaper, eskimos. Nothing happened. It got cold. Not a soul goes out to restaurants in winter weather when all of the helpful weather people are shrieking like madmen at their various weather desks/storm centers. Thank you Mark Baden for keeping us up-to-date weather-terrorized.
For the record, I did go out to dinner that night with my mother to a restaurant in Delafield. We lived to tell the tale. No one died in the ensuing not-a-storm-at-all. I had chicken vesuvio. I could have made it thousand times better myself.
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