G. W., whassup with you?

No, not that G. W., the other one. Global Warming.

Last year we had a few miscellaneous sort of snowfalls here in Northern Colorado starting in October, seemingly business as usual. Then on December 17th (last year) by evening, the Denver Airport was all but totally shut down, and then we had snow on the ground in our little town for over 70 days straight. This year, it snowed for Thanksgiving and several times since, and that snow is still sitting here, with more predicted shortly. When I was a kid, this was common, but as my own kids grew up, I was the only one calling Snow Days for them and the ice skates languished in the shed. Despite so-called Global Warming (which yes, I do think exists, or I guess, to be precise, because of it) some parts of the world are now regularly buried in what def. resemble the Snows of Yesteryear. Including not just us, but my kids, grandkids, family and friends Back East. Yes, it's Pretty (as long as you're cuddled in front of that Big Picture window, Swamp Rocket in hand) but doesn't it really give Agoraphobia a whole new meaning, in a good way?

This morning on a mitzvah errand to pick up and take a few fellow students to the airport from their school in Vermont, Silver's GF Heather spun out on the ice in their old pickup. Listen, I'm seriously down on my knees with gratitude that she has only a headache, since their truck was totaled.