Cold Hands. Yesterday was a day like any other, except that I made seemingly miraculous connections from bus to bus to train (with no waits). My breakfast smoothie had digested well and it was sweet morning bliss. Then, IT happened. As I made my way across the treacherous path (used to be a sidewalk) that runs from the 'el to Presidential Plaza, I found myself slipping out of control in front of Citicorp. It seems that our friends at Citicorp have not yet made the link between fiscal responsibility and personal safety. "Customer, schmustomer...we don't see the need to shovel." I followed a line of city commuters walking the icy paths; we were all slipping from side to side (probably all fearing that we would break a bone before we arrived at our perspective offices). As one might expect, at one moment, my balance was challenged and I was forced to support myself with the chain-link fence that divides the walk from the snow covered slope. The fence caught my glove and catapulted it to the ground below--on the OTHER side of the fence. In an instant, I was separated from my isotoner. I could swear that I heard its cry as it left my hand and fell to solitary confinement.

What am I to do? Face the coldest part of the winter with one glove? Michael Jackson, I am not! Even if I was to find assistance in retrieving the glove (a shovel with a long handle?), I would be unable to pull it through the tiny, evil holes of the fence. There is a part of the fence that was taken down by an automobile accident several feet from the "scene of the crime." The challenge is that the snow is very deep and the glove is sitting at the bottom of the hill that slopes from the Kennedy (making the snow even deeper). Am I to be forced to see my lonely glove every day as I walk to and from the office? Should I throw the other one glove over so that it is not alone?
Isotoners are not cheap and I would prefer not to purchase another pair. Today, I may make my move. I might brave the depths and possible avalanche for my brother, the glove. It has been loyal to me for several winters. Am I to abandon it in times of trouble?

Damn the winter! Damn the dangers of ice! Damn the uncaring corporation that is Citicorp!
If you never hear from me again, check by the highway. Somewhere, buried beneath the snow, clutching a glove....