Dog Bites and Bee Stings

Buffalo is a dramatic place. That seems wrong. It confuses me. We are a regular Rust Belt city with mostly simple folk doing mostly simple jobs. We are not in Hollywood. And yet, the warm moist air mixes with the ice cold air in some combination to dump biblical snow on us, and it always happens around a morning commute or an evening commute. That makes everything wild and scary. And then, still in Buffalo, we have football people that are allergic to winning in a straightforward and easy way. Our quarterback goes wild during games, like an atomic bomb that might blow our opponents up or might blow us up. Our owner and “general manager” then fire the head coach and burp up their lunch during a press conference explaining their actions and everyone freaks out. Nothing is calm here.