We are all victims of a massive theft!
What are we to do? Who do we call? The mayor, the police? Nope, not even the feds can help us with this highway robbery.
My kid, your kid, everyone of them pilfered in broad daylight of the opportunity
to build snowmen, toboggan a hill, angel-ize a space in the snow, and gosh
forbid—help shovel a driveway.
Artist and poets alike laud the Midwest for its perfect four seasons. Birth, dying,
re-birth and the whole bit. Heck, not this year; I think my lawn is still
green.
How depressing.
I need an injection of wintry Art Hill, maybe even Suicide Hill if I'm feeling
brave.
Ray Antonacci
10:37 am on Wednesday, February 22, 2012
I agree Michael, the winter of 2011-2012 will be forgettable. Our children were robbed of a story, a memory. The ones you and I relate to our children. "This one one time my brother/sister/best friend and I rode down this monster hill, skated on a frozen pond, made a fort out of a snow drift!" Yes Michael I agree, we snow lovers were robbed!
Michael E. Carter
3:57 pm on Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Ray, You are spot on. I am mad at myself for not trying to make a sledding event out of the dusting we did have a week or so ago.
Brian Feldt
4:32 pm on Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Something tells me there will be another chance for you -- and all of us -- to enjoy the snow again before spring actually rolls around.
Michael E. Carter
4:37 pm on Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Really hope that you are right.