Local news reporting that to the north, “it’s snowing to beat the band.”
See, this is why I never joined the band. Too much worrying; too much looking over your shoulder, just waiting for someone to come along and start hitting you for no good reason at all.
It’s like being a gunslinger, except with musical instruments and a musical score.
I am now tempted to write a story about a hard-boiled detective who used to be a musician. He’s got scores to settle.