Really cold last night. I had to take the bus up to a meeting on the northside at around 5:30 p.m. Goddamned cold desert up there on West Broadway, wind howling like a banshee, snow blowing in the wind, hard core dudes wandering into the Fourth Street Saloon. Goddamned cold I’ve got, made it hard to breathe, rough winter. Sign out front of bar advertising two steak sandwiches for $4.95, sounded good. No time to stop but would have otherwise. Few pedestrians out and about. Friendly bus driver on that 14 bus. Woulda died hoofing it across freeway overpass to get to North Second but Ishan came along, gave me ride. Seen few winters like this in recent years, water pipes freezing all over the place up north. Good season for whiskey.
His enemy was Time. Or perhaps it was his friend. One never knows for sure. Thomas Wolfe in You Can’t Go Home Again.