tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739842.post8812016301978730712..comments2023-11-05T02:19:03.566-05:00Comments on Jeff's House of Running and maybe Something else: Dude, where's my snowstorm? Take 307.maryjanejeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09215675089943869106noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19739842.post-23574867929718747732008-02-20T22:21:00.000-05:002008-02-20T22:21:00.000-05:00Yeah, it gets old. I hear the panic about snowy we...Yeah, it gets old. I hear the panic about snowy weather from co-workers, the news, etc. <BR/><BR/>Bob Dylan said it best, "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows."<BR/><BR/>We go to the store weekly so we always have stuff. I can't recall in my life where I've ever been stuck to the point where I didn't have adequate provisions. Even in the blizzards of '79 and '96 (two I remember well), I survived. <BR/><BR/>If there is a dumping, I shovel, my back hurts and I bitch, moan and complain. <BR/><BR/>Aaaah Winter!Bill-DChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08684162800187654435noreply@blogger.com