It's winter, duh

Unlike my friend Chad, I was happy to see the snow Monday. Snow means snowball fights, snow angels and a certain hush that falls with each flake.

I've always loved snow. Some of my earliest memories involve playing in the stuff with my cousins at my grandmother's house. She lives near the top of a half decent hill that when you're seven, looks like your staring down from the top of Mount Everest.

We would pull out the old runner sleds from her garage and hurtle down the slope at breakneck speed until we couldn't feel our fingers anymore. Then we'd go inside and have hot drinks. Cocoa in the early years, tea later on.

Snow is the price you pay for living in South Central Pennsyltucky. That and people who insist it's o.k. to drive around with Confederate flag decals on their car and the American Legion is the best place around for steaks or wings.