Talk of snow

It's rainy and cold, and some people have seen snow. We saw some hail, but it was brief and transitory. The talk of snow set everyone atwitter on the internet. They love it or they hate it. Whatever.

I remember when a snow was really a snow, or something like that. You were 2 and day after day, the snow kept falling. Richard and Dad and Andy were out shoveling every morning, and getting anywhere was a chore, especially since I was still working up in Ogden. Had to be there at 7, and many days I'd just putt along at 25 mph on the interstate. Not fun. I dreamed of FrontRunner. Now it's here and I can't use it.

The snow drifts were taller than you and I remember Dad plopping you in the white billows while he shoveled.

My mother used to hate the snow only because it got dirty so fast when car exhaust blackened the streets. I don't blame her on that one, but I also think it's OK to love and hate the snow. It can be quiet and comforting as well as fearsome and cold.

My brother and I got lost once up in Park City when we took a turn onto a "closed" trail. I led him right over a small cliff. That was exciting in a sickening way. We just kept on skiing downhill in all the solitude, and eventually found ourselves coming out on a paved street. My father was not at all happy, but he was, actually.

Stay warm this winter. We'll be sending snow to Missouri.