Snow is bad. No good. Downright evil. I used to like snow. When I was a kid. We had huge snowfalls. Ten, twelve feet at a time. Perfect for making igloos and snow forts stocked with snowballs dunked in water and left to freeze. Snow was for jumping on your Flexible Flyer and streaking down the hill on Squantum Street until you ran into a parked car. Red blood looks really cool on white snow. Snow - back then - was for no school and neighborhood kids rolling snowmen into existence, and making snow angels, and trying to get [READ MORE]