Once upon a time, there was a little village in Upstate New York. This village didn’t get as much snow as other Upstate New York communities usually did, as this village was at a lower altitude and surrounded by mountains and hills that protected it from getting clobbered every winter. Still, the village did get snow, enough to make the residents happy every year. They laughed, they played, they shoveled, they sledded, they threw snowballs, they contented themselves with indoor activities like reading and blogging and cd duplication services. Yes, winter was a happy time when life slowed down a little bit (and so did the traffic).
But one year, winter didn’t show up. Oh, the residents got ONE “snowstorm” that year. It looked like this:
But it was a pitiful excuse for a snowstorm. Gee, a whopping 3 inches. And two days later, a balmy rainstorm washed it all away.