“If they would rather die,” said Scrooge, “they had better do it and decrease the surplus population.” A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens
So it’s the holiday season here in the hinterland, and the reason I know is not because of all the twinkling lights, decorated pine trees, wrapped presents, mind-numbing piped in Christmas music, or shivering-in-line-at-4:00-am-shopping-mall-freaks. Nope, the real reason is that the dreaded tulle fog has arrived. That’s right kids, it’s time for the pea soup to froth up and steam over and work it’s scary, spooky self into the streets and fruit orchards of Fresno, like a bubbling cauldron of witches brew. I was feeling very much like Adrienne Barbeau on the way to work this morning, except for the fact that my chest is a whole lot smaller. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080749/ Yes, this is the fog of Hitchcock films and nightmarish dreams everywhere, turning the moon into a milky snow globe, and ancient fig trees into replicas of gloomy stick figures. Can you say Tim Burton? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107688/ Our fog has a mind of it’s own, gently wrapping it’s ghostly fingers around car headlights, feeding through the hub cabs, and swimming past the windshield like some terrifying underwater apparition. Weird stuff.