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Senses of Mis-Place
I spent my morning slogging around various corners of the Buffalo 'burbs known generally as "the Southtowns," and known specifically to me as "beyond here be dragons." I've never lived south of Summer and Best streets in the city, and 90-plus percent of my time has been spent either north or barely south of there (the latter in the narrow grid known as "downtown"), so when West Seneca or Lancaster or Depew come a'callin', much less anything beyond those dragon boundaries, I tend to be out of place, out of sorts, and in need of serious GPSing once I cross the imaginary boundary of South.

I was in all three of those today for various early things, mostly washouts. Client in one didn't call me to confirm his meeting (he wound up bringing the needed stuff to my office late in the day, when the receptionist called my cell to say that "some guy" had dropped off "something"). Court in a second was singularly useless as I tried to help out a client who I couldn't appear for due to a conflict of interest (they only tell you Things if you're formally appearing, which I was ethically prohibited from doing). And the third wound up a slightly more than half-a-loaf of a visit, which I'll take in the current grand scheme of things.

But that's not what I came here to tell you about. I came to talk about my snow brush.

I didn't have one- a dangerous thing in Western New York in December. My previous car (the Focus, aka Heshie, now Emily's ride) has one or more of the ones I had. The Mafia Staff Car also had one, but I returned it when I turned it in and drove off in Kermit the Hybrid.  Sadly, he did not come with one onboard, and I whiffed at a chance to reclaim an extra from Heshie's trunk yesterday, so I knew where I had to go in my travels today....

to CVS.


This is a Trad-ish-SHUN, going back more than 30 years now.  I can date it almost exactly to the first week of November, 1980, when I had driven my first-ever bought-by-myself car (a green 1971 Ford Maverick, known as the Green Ghost) to a hotel and conference center north of the Cornell campus for a seminar I was covering for somebody. I don't remember who, but I distinctly remember what: a foot-or-so of snow that dropped on that Maverick while we learned us things, long before my Long Island mentality expected such accumulations.

Just down the road from the Sheraton was a shopping plaza, and in the plaza was a CVS drugstore. They sold snow brushes. I bought one, and walked back to the Green Ghost in the snow (20 miles, uphill both ways) to clear my windshield. And thus was the pattern begun; thereafter, whenever I switched cars, or broke off a wooden dowel in an overload of precip, I would never EVER seek out a replacement at a Piss'n'Crap, or a Tops, or even, eventually, a Wegmans- CVS was the source of my mid-winter mojo, and over and over I turned to that chain to provide the brrristles to combat the brrrs.

Until today:P


I detoured into the Friendly Confines of downtown for some legal research after my southern roundabouts, then headed back toward home. I'd heard Advisories in transit suggesting that a snow brush would be a good idea, and I therefore decided to detour to the nearest CVS I could 20 on my way back to the comforts of  northern Home.

There it was- just off the Harlem Road exit from the 33. But alas, not a single snow brush was to be found: far more aisles were devoted to staple grocery items, and useless gift ideas, and far more brands and variants of lotions and potions than existed in Ithaca's Whatever Mall back in November 1980.

I had to resort to a foreign source- the nearest Tops to our house, which I only patronize because of its legacy as a descendant of the P&C family from Ithaca days. Kermie now has a telescoping-wand dooberjobber to keep his windows clear of the inevitable white stuff.

So a tradition has ended- not that God has complained, since we've yet to get a millimeter of the promised snow.

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puppy_ciao From: puppy_ciao Date: December 7th, 2013 07:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Whoa whoa- is Lancaster considered the Southtowns?? I can never decide- we are 5 minutes away from Williamsville, yet also pretty close to West Seneca. I think we should be the Easttowns.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: December 7th, 2013 04:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's the exact same latitude as Cheektovegas, so go ahead. Embrace your inner flamingo.

(And I've never quite gotten why it's east and west "sides" but north and south "towns.")
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