As high piles of snow disappear from the landscape, hopefully for good, they’re revealing items long buried. We can only guess how they got there.
For example, along my street in Marion, receding snow recently gave up a colorful beach towel and deposited it in the muddy gutter. Perhaps winter hit so suddenly that the towel’s owner abandoned it as he or she rushed to avoid the frozen onslaught. Maybe it was a dreaded bout of that “thunder snow” we’ve heard so much about. Or maybe I’ve been watching too many Discovery Channel archaeologists.
But I’m pretty sure they’d blame a meteorite. They usually do.
I also came across a pair of shoes downtown. My first thought was the rapture, but U.S. Rep Steve King is still here, so I knew it couldn’t be that.
At home, a beret and red scarf appeared in the back yard – the last remains of Frosty Snowman. Regular readers may remember his obit earlier this year.
Keep your eyes open, and let me know if you find anything interesting.