Missing Lynx: Signature Quotes: Holiday Card 2003

We found him laying face down in the snow, wearing nothing but jeans and a t-shirt.

He just stared up at the sky, unblinking. I waved my hand on front of his face, catching the barest hint of tracking from his eyes.

We soon had him inside in front of a fire, bundled up and thawing out, with a warm (non-alcoholic) beverage at hand. Everyone was clustered around him.

“I... um, I went outside. I couldn’t see the way back. I walked and I walked, stumbling through snow drifts nearly up to my waist. I remember some... um... animals? Deer, maybe? They were feeding, eating. I... I came up to them, but they didn’t run away. Then one of them died, I think, maybe? God, it was so cold! Then I got all turned around in the snow, and I couldn’t see. Everything was glittering, sparkling, shining. What do they call that, snowblind? And there was... was... an angel?”

Tam just sat there and blinked a few times. “How long were you looking for me? How long was I out there?”

His roommate Tycho rolled his eyes, and gestured out the big plate glass window showing the snowy slopes near Lake Tahoe. “You are such a frickin’ drama queen, Tam!”

One of Suzanne’s clients had given her the use of his ski lodge at Tahoe between Christmas and New Year’s, so she brought me, Ron and Val, and Tam and Tycho up for the week. The “ski lodge” had turned out to be more of a second home used by the client, his wife, and their three little kids, but it was still a good place to spend time away from the City and get a touch of the high country in the winter. We don’t get much snow in San Francisco.

I looked out the window where Tycho had gestured. The house’s backyard had a foot or two of snow in it. Tam’s footprints could faintly be seen heading from the back door, and a couple times, he had
stumbled to his knees. He had gone out to the herd of three wire reindeer, the sort with little white lights strung all over them and rigged up so that their heads go up and down or swivel right and left. One of them had been knocked over when he tried to get on its back and ride it.

Tam’s path then led to the merry-go-round the house owner’s kids used when they visited. The couple inches of snow on it had been largely brushed off when Tam sat on it and pushed it round and round a few times. He had then stumbled a few feet away, flopped down, and made a snow angel. After he had rolled over from his back to his front, Suzanne had made us go out and pick him up.

“No more rum in your eggnog,” Tycho said. “Snowblind, my pasty white butt. Snowblond is more like it.”

Best wishes for the Holiday Season from Marc Lynx and all the “Missing Lynx” characters.

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	We found him laying face down in the snow, wearing nothing but jeans and a t-shirt. “Tam?” I said, after we had rolled him over. “Tam? Can you hear me?” He just stared up at the sky, unblinking. I waved my hand on front of his face, catching the barest hint of tracking from his eyes. We soon had him inside in front of a fire, bundled up and thawing out, with a warm (non-alcoholic) beverage at hand. Everyone was clustered around him. “What’s the last thing you remember?” asked Suzanne. Tam swallowed heavily. “I... um, I went outside. I couldn’t see the way back. I walked and I walked, stumbling through snow drifts nearly up to my waist. I remember some... um... animals? Deer, maybe? They were feeding, eating. I... I came up to them, but they didn’t run away. Then one of them died, I think, maybe? God, it was so cold! Then I got all turned around in the snow, and I couldn’t see. Everything was glittering, sparkling, shining. What do they call that, snowblind? And there was... was... an angel?” Tam just sat there and blinked a few times. “How long were you looking for me? How long was I out there?” His roommate Tycho rolled his eyes, and gestured out the big plate glass window showing the snowy slopes near Lake Tahoe. “You are such a frickin’ drama queen, Tam!” One of Suzanne’s clients had given her the use of his ski lodge at Tahoe between Christmas and New Year’s, so she brought me, Ron and Val, and Tam and Tycho up for the week. The “ski lodge” had turned out to be more of a second home used by the client, his wife, and their three little kids, but it was still a good place to spend time away from the City and get a touch of the high country in the winter. We don’t get much snow in San Francisco. I looked out the window where Tycho had gestured. The house’s backyard had a foot or two of snow in it. Tam’s footprints could faintly be seen heading from the back door, and a couple times, he had stumbled to his knees. He had gone out to the herd of three wire reindeer, the sort with little white lights strung all over them and rigged up so that their heads go up and down or swivel right and left. One of them had been knocked over when he tried to get on its back and ride it. Tam’s path then led to the merry-go-round the house owner’s kids used when they visited. The couple inches of snow on it had been largely brushed off when Tam sat on it and pushed it round and round a few times. He had then stumbled a few feet away, flopped down, and made a snow angel. After he had rolled over from his back to his front, Suzanne had made us go out and pick him up. He had been out there about ten minutes, maybe. “No more rum in your eggnog,” Tycho said. “Snowblind, my pasty white butt. Snowblond is more like it.” Best wishes for the Holiday Season from Marc Lynx and all the “Missing Lynx” characters. Click here to return to the main Signature Quotes page Click here to return to the main Missing Lynx page
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