Baby, It’s Cold Outside

You know, I love that song. More and more over the years. I think first when I heard that the grandfather of modern Islamic terrorism and all-around killjoy Sayed Qutb pointed to it as a symbol of Western decadence.

There is a real richness, though, to the song, and it brings to mind (in its own 1950s way) the seduction poetry of the Renaissance.

But I digress. As much as I like the song, I look at Freeman Hunt’s pix of her fallen tree and reflexively think, “Is that a movie set? People don’t actually live places like that, do they? Good Lord, places like that don’t actually exist, do they?”

I’m only partly kidding. (One of my first jobs was on the lot at Warner Bros. when they were filming the second “Batman” movie which–as wintry and snowy as it looked–was entirely on a sound stage wth massive air conditioners, while it was So Cal hot all around.)

When I was a child we had a cabin in Lake Arrowhead which we would visit. I have some fond childhood memories of playing in the snow. Getting there was dangerous and nauseating, as my father was wont to take the Rim of the World drive at 50 mph. But it was a little like Disneyland or something because we’d go up Friday afternoon and be back by Sunday night. (I don’t think we ever missed school/work.)

So, in a very real way, snow is a toy or a prop, something you visit, not some place you live. (More recently I was in Philadelphia for the biggest snowstorm of 30 years and managed to drive in it, though I can’t say I enjoyed that.)

I think about it because I think California is pretty much doomed. And I suspect the rest of the sunshine belt is next. Moving some place cold and even desolate may be a necessary step to trying to preserve freedom.

Which sucks because it’s really, really nice here.

I remember watching a nature show on Pompeii, and they interview the people, and ask them, “Hey, that thing could go off at any minute, why do you stay?” When they respond, “Well, the weather is great and the wine is great and, after all, everyone has to die sometime,” I have to say I understand the sentiment.

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