I started out this week of sub-zero temperatures by taking one step in my new pumas onto our front sidewalk and flying up into the air and landing spread out flat on my back. I was okay, my backpack stuffed full of gym shorts and Morningstar grillers cushioned my fall. But, as I lay there in the early morning freeze I started to think about that rap/hip-hop star Flo Ridder. Would his friends call him Flo? Because the only Flo I knew was from the TV show Alice. I started to think that he works into his rhyme Yo-Kiss my grits, dog. Then I realized that I should get my ass off the ice before the used vacuum cleaner bag of an old lady next door calls the cops.