OUTSIDE MY office window, a gusty snow sweeps across the landscape. On television, sports played on snow and ice have taken center stage. Springtime seems about as far away as it can be.
We got a touch over a foot here in lower Montgomery County, and about a half-hour ago, the plow came through again. So even if I hadn't sentenced myself to an hour at Genuardi's yesterday, the roads would have been clear enough for a walk to Wawa and a whole-wheat Shorti Italian. No one here was going to starve.
Poor Richard's Scorecard is a blog about Philadelphia, America's simultaneously most exhilarating and most exasperating city, written by a lifelong resident of the region who also likes to post on junky movies, lousy TV, good books, addictive pop music, and the antic madness of fatherhood.
