Not to be confused with the Story of O. B is how we will call an old friend of mine without specifically saying her name.

B and I met almost 8 years ago now. She happened to work very close to where I did, and we both worked the night shift. Night shifts were quiet, and we did spend a fair amount of time talking and getting to know each other. Thru the years we kind of kept in touch. We could joke around and laugh and sometimes we were there for each other in hard moments.

I am sitting here, in my car, waiting to clock in at work. One of Buffalo's ice breaker boats docked nearby within view, sitting quietly in the frozen Buffalo River. As it often does. It is also snowing, with a light, gentle snow this morning. No one here is freaking out at all. Actually, the highways were moving well today, even with the snow falling. Traffic was moving at 70+ mph on a 55 mph highway.

Here in the North, we are tough and can handle the heat...., and the cold very well. And generally when shit gets very bad we can clean it up quick.

Ahead of me are several diverging paths. I am not embarrassed to admit, that I don't always know which path is the best to take. We are all human, and we all make mistakes. But our choices are all half chance. It could be for better or worse.