There’s enough “Northerner” left in me…or maybe I should say “kid”…to look upon the chance of snow favorably, especially around the holidays. I always loved the first snowfall of the year…when things seem so clean and bright, when the earth is enveloped in a hush that only a substantial amount of snow on the ground can deliver, the beauty of frost-encrusted trees, and all that.
Which all passed away the very instant I had to get out and drive in that krep. Or scrape a windshield. Or shovel a walk. That’s when the