Well, with last week’s snow, I guess it’s official8212;winter is here to stay. It’s kind of depressing, isn’t it? I’ve lived here long enough to know what to expect when November rolls around, but that doesn’t make it any easier to adjust to. Someone told me the other day that, “You are what you make the situation out to be.” And while that brand of positive thinking is usually welcomed, I refuse to condone it in this case. Why? Because I hate the snow and everything about it. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
Since last week, I’ve been having flashbacks to last winter and quarter-mile walks from my car to the first class in a snowstorm, arriving so wet that it was impossible to sit still the entire time, only to walk back outside when the day was done and head out into the dark (the one drawback of daylight savings time) to do it all over again. If snow was strictly confined to the mountains and resorts then I’d be happy. The skiers and snowboarders would be happy too and everything would be hunky-dory. Unfortunately that’s never going to happen. But a guy can dream, can’t he?
Trevor Hale
Red Pulse Editor