Neither Rain nor Hail nor Snow nor Gloom of Night…


Burt Likko

Pseudonymous Portlander. Homebrewer. Atheist. Recovering litigator. Recovering Republican. Recovering Catholic. Recovering divorcé. Recovering Former Editor-in-Chief of Ordinary Times. House Likko's Words: Scite Verum. Colite Iusticia. Vivere Con Gaudium.

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  1. Avatar Mike Schilling says:

    Had it been me, I would have turned back, called and explained that I was sorry, but unwilling to drive in such life-threatening conditions. Would that have put you in contempt?Report

  2. Avatar Jam3z Aitch says:

    Gah! My empathies, Burt. Be safe.Report

  3. Avatar Glyph says:

    Dude, unless court ends early, just stay the night at a hotel and get drunk at the hotel bar. Drive back the next morning.

    Working a full day and THEN driving another workday duration in darkness/inclement conditions is a bad idea, you’ll be tired and your reflexes will be shot.Report

  4. Avatar zic says:

    You should try being a professional musician; and getting to make these long drives in hazardous conditions after the gigs over and many of the folk sharing the road with you were just popping back last-call as you packed your gear.

    I won’t let my sweetie gig on New Years Eve any longer, though it’s typically the best-paying gig of the year. Not worth it. We stay home and watch the 3 Stooges marathon.Report

  5. I’ve managed to avoid buying snow chains thus far. We’ve only gotten totally stuck twice. The first time we were totally irrevocably stuck and had to be towed out by a good samaritan with a tow strap. The second time, I managed to dig ourselves out of the ice with an axe that I kept in the car for such an occasion.

    Of course, getting stuck isn’t the same as dying, but I seem to spend more time thinking about the former than the latter since I haven’t died yet.Report

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