It’s like when something really good has happened, something so unusual you forget about it and then remember that you’re happy about something, and what was it? Oh yes.
It must date back to those Red Operation school-closing days; when we’d be glued to the radio; when my father and I would stick a ruler out the back door to measure the snow; when he’d tell me the definition of a blizzard and we’d both hope for one.
Oh yes. They’re forecasting 6 to 12 inches for Saturday. So far.