[at-l] My New Year's Eve, by FJM

[athiker at smithville.net (Felix)]

At ruffly 11:45 in the p. on 12/31, Pilot and I took a little walk in a 
pleasantly heavy snow to a small bridge a county road uses to cross a railroad 
track about a quarter of a mile from her house. The air was nicely silent with 
a few lights lighting the snow a bit. At about 11:57 my cell fone, which I had 
to verify when the new year was actually ringing in, rang. "Hmmm..." thought 
I...right down to the "..." part.  "Who could that be?" It was my good buddy, 
Cake. It had been far too long since I'd talked to Cake, I thought. So, we 
chatted, him in Durango, Colorado where it was pushing 10 in the p., me on a 
snowy railroad bridge in Massachusetts. I had to ask him to hold on a moment 
when all the sudden gun shots were blasting about the countryside. I smooched 
Pilot the first kiss of the year and finished my conversation with Cake. 

Now, less than two days later, I'm back in Indiana, where it is 65 degrees and 
a thunderstorm just went through...a THUNDERSTORM!!!  

Anyway...

Will someone cliffnotes me the 'outsider/foreigner/kettle/pot' thing? 
Thanks...vote Quimby.