Gather ‘round devout snowprayer’s, winter-storm-warning-worshipers, and ten-day-forecast-followers. At this point in the season, we’ve done what is tradition, what is annual practice, to call in the snow. We’ve burned the skis, taken the shot-ski shots, put ice cubes in the toilet, cut our hair and burned it, and saved and spent our quarters on a car wash.
For some reason, be it La Nina, climate…