One of the unfortunate facts of life is that while snow is white, and my car is white, the combination of the two is a dingy grey, and it got more so as the day wore on. I might have attempted to clean off the windows at the gas station, but the squeegee was still frozen solid inside the little bucket o’ slop they provide as a low-cost water substitute, so it’s another Windex Weekend.
I wasn’t too successful at dodging all the potential sources of slush, but I did manage to avoid hitting any of the fresh crop of pavement craters that have opened up this weekend, usually adjacent to previous craters which have been patched once or twice already. Most of the ones I found, to absolutely no surprise, were along NW 50th west of Pennsylvania, a stretch of road so legendarily bad that the city, which ran a small surplus this year, is actually promising to use some of the overage to fix it next year rather than wait for a city vehicle to disappear into a hole, never to be seen again.
The Del Rancho on Britton Road has closed, sort of. In fact, it’s moved across the street and down a block, and it’s no longer a traditional drive-in: the new facility is about the size of one of those seasonal snow-cone shops, and it has a drive-through and one curb-service space (if there are any others, I couldn’t see them from the westbound lanes). Cutting expenses, I suppose. Still, better this than tampering with the Steak Sandwich Supreme; it’s as sacred as the B. C. Clark jingle.
Bob Moore has relocated the Mazda dealership one very long block east to 130th and Kelley; as I passed it, I got the feeling that, given the vast sums I’d spent there, I’d financed this move myself. I’m not sure what’s going to happen to the former location, though it’s obviously being turned into something else; my best guess is that it’s going to house Moore’s Saab store, which is currently bunking with the Cadillac/Land Rover people down the block.
And around the corner from me, for a limited time only, are the remains of a snowman (he presumably looked better when he was new, but who among us didn’t?) carrying a sign which reads, prophetically enough, “The End Is Near.”