Winter, like I remember

Begobug sent along this article - which reminds me of growing up on the frigid shores of the Great Lakes. Back when winter was winter, not this mamby-pamby, global-warmed period of cool breezes we know today.

When snowmobiles drove over houses, and shifting snowdrifts tore fences out of the ground.

Garrison Keillor remembers, too:

Winter gave us a sense of purpose, to persevere, to go to school no matter what and to keep shoveling the walk and throw the snow up on the snowbank 15 feet overhead, clearing the narrow canyon of sidewalk with clothesline tied to our belts so that in case of avalanche, they could pull us out in time, watching for incoming icicles that dropped like artillery shells, and also for coyotes that grew daring by late February and would take on a boy, especially one who was immobilized by heavy clothing.

Ahh, those were the days...