I am closer to the last Ice Age than most of you. It scared the shit out of me as a kid. Every night it came gnashing, irresistibly and relentlessly.
In my nightmares, it would crush our family’s 1956 Chevy and mash our dimwit of a family dog.
Glacial speed is fast to a child. I knew where my fur hooded coat and my galoshes ( bet you haven’t heard that word for a while) were at all times, even in the summertime.
Today’s children and village idiots are encouraged to fear incineration by slow global baking. But I won’t change. We had science too.