I loved to play in snow.

I was 8 during the winter of 67, and what a great winter playground THAT was! Snow forts, snow tunnels, igloos you could park a car in! My neighbor’s dad actually made a big rectangular igloo and parked his car in it for quite a long time, that winter.

of course he drove a Nash Metro. You could park it in a fitted sheet.

But it was not to be, for me. See, the first morning of the blizzard, my neighbor Gary cut my eyelid almost off with a spade.

So the very best memories of my youth were taken from me by a goofy neighbor kid; that’s where it all began.

Two years hence I was relegated to shovel duty for real. I was expected to get the sidewalk and the driveway pad clean; dad used the plow on the driveway proper. At no time did I enjoy these duties.

Fast forward thirty years, and I have a 4wd truck and a snowblower. Life, in winter, is a lot nicer. No longer required to shovel snow, I can actually make it through a winter without a major coronary.

Still doesn’t make it fun.

XRT, which was a cool radio station about thirty years ago, used to run these spots, which I enjoyed a great deal. Me, I’m thinking of moving someplace warmer. It will get me prepped for my final destination, so to speak.

Last week for a while in hatheg-kla Pontiac. Hope to make the most of it.