Ugh--snow in the east is just not what I grew up with. Out in the Rocky Mountains of my youth, they call snow "the cold smoke" because it is so light. Here, at best it is wet snow, and so easily it turns to freezing rain--better known by that lovely term 'sleet'. So, for me, not too inviting. Oh, but if I were nine years old, that'd be a different story!
2:30 p.m.
I'm not sure why we dread snow so much. Is it that I can't find kids to shovel and sand the walk, so I wind up having to do it myself? Is it the thought of the oil bill? It's not always colder when it's snowing. Do I remember it differently from my childhood? Or is it that people no longer seem to know how to drive in the snow and can't imagine venturing out until the plows have made their way.
Connecticut used to be a place (I thought) as a place accustomed to snow in the winter and people accepted it stoicly (or so I thought). Or was it the view of snow in the eyes of a child and youth?
Posted by: Gary J Moss | December 14, 2007 at 02:35 PM