Well, I wrote SOS in the snow drifts, big enough to be seen from that Apache Tomahawk (whatever) helicopter that I was hoping the government would send over to drop me a case of Skoal in our down-to-the-last-quarter-of-a-can and no-way-to-get-to-the-store hour of need, but it never happened. Apparently, they had more important matters to attend to during our blizzard.

I'm a pretty good citizen, I think, with a fairly decent emergency preparedness plan. You won't catch me starving to death or perishing from lack of water in a natural disaster. After all, we New Mexicans are a hardy, can-do, stand-on-our-own-two-feet breed. But from now on, my emergency preparedness plan will include several rolls of ... Skoal. (For Dennis, not me.) Secreted away for just such Acts of God. Now where's a good hiding place?