It was March 1977, and the harsh winter began to give way to forty-degree weather.

We have survived another harsh winter—a winter in most eyes that was unforgiving. Most cars lay buried deep beneath the snow, not a single indentation of a car's roof but level ground as far as the eye could see. The snow must have been at least ten feet deep, if it wasn't foot.

January's harsh weather was far from being over

Ice lined the edges of the sidewalks, turning into slush, and slid down the sewers, cleansing the streets as its final winter act. I must say, if I said I didn't mind the snow, I would be lying or being paid to make such a ridiculous statement.

My feelings about winter mornings

I hated going to school in the early mornings during the winter months. I also hated going to school in the early mornings in the spring and fall months. I guess you can say I didn't enjoy the educational process.