...who spent his latter childhood in Montreal before moving to Los Angeles, recounted a tale of how he and a chum built a "snow fort" following a heavy blizzard there. Nick went home for lunch; the other kid remained in the fort and was rendered "chum" indeed when a big industrial strength snow-removal vehicle came through the site, which had been erected mid-street.

As a child of the west coast, I have always regarded snow as something to be visited of set purpose, rather than a phenomenon that arrived at one's own neighborhood unbidden (I was twenty the first time I saw snow actually falling one memorably cld December in 1972). May Another Scott and all who sail in Snowmageddon ride this one out in comfort, safety and warmth.

cordially,