Draw your own conclusions. I won't say though, how pissed off I was that I was sweating on the way to work.
We are roughly on the same longitude. Well, no we're not, I'm more like on a level with Tallahassee . . . but anyway, it is cold as fuck here, and precipitating off and on. But I am betting we'll see no snow. That's about right.
Lots of snow days back in the early eighties, IIRC.
Step Seven: Post on the internet about said activities.
The first thing we do when it snows here, and actually stays on the ground long enough to play in it (three times in my life, so far), is get some people together and play football. Fun as hell. And, if one is old enough to remember, it reminds one of December games back in Chicago and Green Bay and especially Minnesota in the pre-dome, pre-synthetic turf days; when the snow would fall throughout the game and obscure the field and pile up on the sidelines. It seemed surreal, like the players were moving in slow motion.
There is little better in life for someone who grew up in a sub-tropical temperate zone than getting wiped out along the sideline or (better yet) in the end zone, and then sliding along for it seems like forever on a sheet of ice and mud.
Good times.
