This bad weather all around the country (even the longest cold spell we've had since living in Miami) has reminded me how much I hated the part of my childhood devoted to snow. Syracuse is the snowiest real city in the US, and I think most of it fell on my driveway during the 4 years I lived in a house there. Shoveling it all myself was a really bad side of being an only child. The year I left for college, my parents bought a snow blower. (Yes, I got my daily fix of the New York Times in high school.)
I would get up in the morning, and this is what I'd often find.
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