Ice Fog Parking Lot

When I lived in Fairbanks in the late 60s, I came out of the supermarket one very, very, very cold day to a parking lot full of ghost cars because of the ice fog. Went to where I remembered parking my car, got in, put in the key and drove away. Got about three blocks and realized that the heater was working much better than usual and recognized that this wasn't my car. Drove back to the parking lot, where a puzzled man was looking at my car, parked right next to where his had been, and was very relieved to see me.

People who subscribe to my feed have received a large number of posts the last couple of days. This is because I have been doing some work on my archives. Labeling all of the YouTubes as such and replacing pictures that had disappeared. When you use a stock photo from a Google Image search, sometimes the photo is removed from where ever it was, and it leaves a hole in the post. I have recently discovered that if I save the image to my hard disk and upload it to Blogger from there, that won't happen. And, I can then delete it from my hard disk. So, I'm in the process of doing that where I think a picture is important. Sorry to inconvenience my faithful readers.