The Winter of Our Discontent

Early January, 2012 I went upstairs to wake the kids a few days ago and the first thing my younger son uttered was, “Is it raining?” “No,” I answered, a triumphant hint of optimism in my voice. “It’s cold and gray.” Something on the other side of the room made a quilt-muffled snurfling sound, and Thing 1 piped up again, cheerlessly, “This is like the worst winter ever!” He’s not far off, though old timers, … » read more