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Let it snow.

My thoughts on snow have changed over the years.

As a kid growing up in Indiana, a decent snowfall typically meant a break from school. Half a foot was enough to shut down the buses. It would usually melt within a couple of days, but in the meantime, my friends and I would wear ourselves out on the hill behind the Episcopal church.

We’d also make snow ice cream, a concoction of snow, cream, sugar, and vanilla that was never quite as good as anticipated.

I longed for snow. Occasionally it hid the boring landscape of southern Indiana well enough that I could pretend I was somew...