Ice Ice Baby

Ok, so Texas might seem a strange locale for ice skating – even Texas in December. But last week, when I visited the profoundly lovely little burg of Fredericksburg, lo and behold what did I find but a wee skating rink? And so, despite the fact that I haven’t skated in over 25 years, I thought I’d give it a whirl. Unfortunately, however, the ice was loaded with more little kids than that gawd-awful Mad Max movie with Tina Turner. And since they all seemed to body check each other with about the same frequency as a minor league hockey team dosed on crystal meth, cheap whiskey and steroids, there was really only one way it could turn out…