As I write this we are in the midst of one of the greatest things in a kid’s life. A snow day. Just waking up in the morning to realize that there is a possibility that you won’t have to go to school that day is a great feeling. I used to grab a blanket, take it to the living room and sit and watch the crawl at the bottom of the TV to see if Greenwood would make the list. One of the worst things was having your hopes dashed by Greenland everytime it went by. Finally it would be announced that there would be no school that day. After some cereal and several layers of clothes I was outside for hours traveling up and down the streets looking for friends outside to build a snowman with or to start a snowball fight with.
After returning home I would shed my layers of wet clothes and make some hot cocoa and thaw out in front of the kerosene heater.
I was a bit disappointed after the snow on Friday. I drove around and around with my camera looking for snowmen without any luck. I could not find so much as a footprint. When I was a kid some kids in my neighborhood would keep a lookout on their lawns. They would hoard their precious snow so as to not be spoiled with snow angels or even a footstep so that they could have it all to themselves.
After driving for awhile I decided to drive up to Bell Park where I was happy to see kids and adults sledding down the slope in front of the Ed Wilkinson Pavilion. I took a few pictures that day and on Saturday my wife and I took the kids up and did some sledding of our own. We grew tired of the slope pretty quickly and started sledding downhill on the icy road from the top of the park. I do not advise anyone to do this. It was dangerous, but we survived and had a great time.