Ten inches snow. When I heard about it, I wanted to think of an angle on it. I mean it is winter. It is the season for snow. People have even written songs about. You’ve heard them. Snow Ride, White Christians, Baby, it’s Cold Outside, and on and on. You have heard them all.

It’s why they make snow plows, don’t you know? It’s why people have skis and sleds. Sometimes, I must resort to getting out a snow shovel to clear my driveway.

Wait a minute. Where did you say that snow is? It doesn’t snow there! It seldom even gets cold there. I know. It’s what my teacher told me in school and I know she wouldn’t lie to us.

But what will they do? How will the planes take off and land at the airport? Do the people there even have snow shovels? Do they know how to use them?

Well, I do guess it is weather change. Hot summers, cold winters. Sometimes, hotter. Sometimes colder. Being as I grew up in Southern California, I’m not so much of a fan of either. Although, like the rest of us, sometimes, I get a little surprised now and again.