Maple Street Loop

I alternated one-minute jogs with four-minute walks to complete the Maple Street Loop this morning in 36:30. I don't know what the official snowfall was last night, but we have seven inches in Levy.
They measured 7.1 inches at the North Little Rock airport, which is about four miles north of here as a crow flies. I guess that explains the extra tenth on a inch.

Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
Lardner met Julie Hopper, the former Julie Ingram, at the University of Arkansas-Little Rock faculty dining room for lunch. Their table sat next to a row of windows, through which they watched students walk to class or congregate in an open area of concrete and brick, with a three-story, redbrick library a hundred feet away.

“Someone told me he’d moved to St. Louis, but that’s all I knew until right before Thanksgiving, when all the fuss started,” Hopper said. “Then it was like, ‘Did you know he was gay,’ or, ‘Can you believe Keith’s gay?’ I couldn’t. Seriously, nothing could’ve surprised me more.”

Julie was blonde but in every other way seemed cut from the same cloth as Karen Shoemaker. Her hair was shorter, above her ears, and she wore no more than a touch of makeup. Lardner thought she was beautiful.
“If you don’t mind my asking, why were you so surprised?”

“It was just the way he was, you know, all boy all the time,” she said.

She told Lardner about a game Ingram liked to play. “Wherever we went, he’d pick out the prettiest girl and name her after the place. Like, for instance, the best looking girl at a Waffle House would be Miss Waffle House. It was endless. There were Miss Walmarts, Miss Pizza Huts, you name it. The game got old, but he never quit with it. I’m not sure, but I don’t think gay men play it.”

“No, I don’t believe we do.”