Let’s talk about snow, baby
Let’s talk about you and me…

Here in this area it’s gonna be hard not to talk about snow today.  Looking out my window the sun is not yet above my fenceline and there is a golden glaze that is approaching my vantage point. My wife has already left for work, at about 6am, so we got up and took the snow off the car and warmed it up.  Incidentally, she grew up in Michigan and hates the snow… We haven’t had a good snow like this in this area that I can remember. This isn’t news to anyone that’s lived here, but we are ordinarily likely to get frozen rain and sleet, with accompanying down power lines and black ice and bread & milk shortages.  This is REAL SNOW, y’all.

My kids and I are gonna contrive some sleds out of ordinary household materials, and then I think I’ll teach the value of trespassing for optimum sled hills.  I recall golf courses had the best terrain…

This is today’s snow, future memory and reference point for when, in another era, it will snow again.  With that in mind, we can knock the dust off the old snow memories and trot them out for another show. I know you Canadians and Minnesotans and Upstate New Yorkers and Vermonters, etc can all tell good stories about being snowbound, or ice-fishing, hot chocolate, or skiing to the store, so let ‘em fly.  I grew up in New Jersey and I totally have an excited memory about a snow in the early ’80′s that was at least waist-deep. Looking back, though, I was only seven, and my waist wasn’t much more than a foot or a foot and a half of the ground…Still, it was awesome.

Go out and build an igloo or something, today is the day. This will not last very long, and you know it. I hope that Carolyn or Matty takes a picture that incorporates the snowfall with the upcoming forecast: it’s supposed to be over 60° by Friday.

I’m off to get more coffee and make some oatmeal.

Soundtrack for the morning: Vince Guaraldi, “Skating”. If for no other reason than to rid myself of the awful Salt ‘N’ Pepa paraphrase from above.