David and I saw a billboard for "Crazy Steve's Fireworks" on our way to visit our friends in North Carolina.
Crazy Steve's Fireworks Superstore is Exit 2 off I-85 in South Carolina.
Billboard claims that Crazy Steve's has billions and billions of TNT.
Me: Crazy Steve's has billions and billions of TNT power.
David: I'll drive a little faster.
Me: Do you wonder what Crazy Steve looks like?
David: No. I don't wonder.
Me: I do.
David: And it's usually not very far.
Me: That's WANDER.
David: Same thing.
BTW: Apparently "Crazy Steve's" is a franchise.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn;
Fills up the famer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.