I took this last week, the day before the plane went down into the Hudson. The Hudson was frozen, and I felt like I was in St. Petersburg, staring at the Neva, and getting ready to throw Rasputin into the chunks of ice. This was after I had already poisoned him and then shot him and then set fire to his stinky beard and then stabbed him and then gouged out his gleaming fanatical eyeball … and yet the bastard still wouldn’t die. He had to go into that ice. It was the only way.
These are the things I think about when I look at frozen rivers.
Well, you could’ve done worse than being an associate of the Grand Duke Dimitri and Felix Yussupov. They were a wacky pair! /royalty wonk
hee hee
I love your royal geekery – more more more!!
I think about stuff like that, too!!