<— I’ve never seen Mojo Nixon quoted in the Corner, but now’s a good a time as any to start. I opened the front door this morning to take in the damage, and MAN! It’s unbelievable out there. The only way I’m coming in today is if K-Lo dispatches the NRO Sherpa Team with a sledge and a bottle of single-malt. CNN says the wind will be gusting to 60 mph by 9 a.m. This can only mean one thing: time to get out the black-iron pot and make gumbo.

By the way, given the spectacularly abysmal conditions outside, to my utter and complete astonishment, my New York Times was delivered this morning. Howell Raines, you should know that our neighborhood delivery guy, Angel Bravo of the Bronx, is a hoss. When they find his body in a snowdrift, let us know, because we’d like to send flowers to whichever hospital is thawing him out.