I was hoping that I would be making this post to tell you how much fun I had at Darwyn Cooke's appearance at the Smithsonian this weekend. It's no secret how much I idolize Mr. Cooke and love his work. He appeared to do a reading of his adaptation of THE HUNTER by Richard Stark. Newsarama did an article on it here:
Suzanne and I were going to make a weekend of it, getting a room in D.C. and attending the reading with our friends Rod and Leanne Hannah who were also planning to attend. Then it was going to be dinner at our favorite D.C. eatery, The Hard Times Cafe and a Sunday shopping trip to Potomac Mills.
Alas, it was not to be. Richmond almost never gets snow. Even when it falls everywhere else in the state. There's something about the terrain that keeps our temperature slightly higher than surrounding areas. But this year, we've been getting hammered with the white stuff like I haven't seen since my childhood. By the time we would have been leaving for D.C., we'd gotten about 4-5 inches on the ground and traffic accidents were clogging the roads all over the place. So we decided to bag the trip.
On the upside, we got to spend the weekend shoveling snow and digging out our neighbor who'd banged up his truck trying to get out of his driveway. Crap. Remember when 12 inches of snow meant a week off from school spent sculpting snowmen and throwing snowballs at your siblings from elaborate snow forts? Sigh.