When Lorena Bobbitt Comes Bob-Bob-Bobbing ALong

early teasing edges of springtime. But I am living here and now,rncomposing this text in early January of 1994. It is a frozen,rngrungy day outside, gray on gray, with clumps of old snow in allrndirections, and if the weather report is to be believed, morernsnow on the way . . .