My Omaha Winter Gulag, Day Two

Posted on February 1, 2011 | 1 Comment

Day Two: The driven snow blowing horizontally across my view mirrors my hopes of making it home being snatched from my grasp. I’ve huddled together with other stranded travellers, and we at least attempt to bolster each other’s spirits. We are extremely rationing our provisions in an attempt to subsist for the indeterminate time we will be here. No information forthcoming as to when the Eppley-Lambert Pass may be opened. News from home also is not good, but they are facing the dangerous weather courageously. Although they try to hide it, I can tell they are only putting up a good front in order to help keep my outlook up. It is not really working…
– Rhubarb_Runner

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One response to “My Omaha Winter Gulag, Day Two”

  1. CarterHayes | February 1, 2011 at 5:56 PM | Reply

    Rufus T. Firefly: [into radio] This is Rufus T. Firefly coming to you through the courtesy of the enemy. We’re in a mess folks, we’re in a mess. Rush to Freedonia! Three men and one woman are trapped in a building! Send help at once! If you can’t send help, send two more women!

    [Pinky enters and raises three fingers]

    Rufus T. Firefly: Make that three more women!

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