- taken from Vizenor's "St Louis Bearhunt" - and so these winter days shadow us within our ursine memories. Yesterday the snow fell in fat light flakes, as if we were in a snowglobe. This morning dawns cold and bright and brittle light frosts the Ponderosa pines. Yesterday, bearlike, I kept to my den, comfortable with book and tea; today I must go forth into the bright light and secure provisions.
Alas! I tried in vain to find a fleur de lis to adorn my page - Who Dat? The Saints triumphed and all was well with the world. I was so excited I required a stiff shot of Jameson's to calm down. Back to winter for the northern Who Dat Nation.
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