The snow and cold weather wrecked havoc on Mr. McGinty’s sunny outlook. His girls were coming to check in on him and make sure he still could balance his checkbook and notice whether or not the gas was leaking if and when the pilot light failed to ignite.  So he hid the Cheez Whiz. Buried the hot dogs deep into the freezer and filled the frig with yogurt and I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, two items of food he had zero use for. On the way to the train station, a stiff wind blew. In the instant before he swerved off the road, he smelled Coppertone. Just the way it smells on a hot summer day.