I stare into the eye of Snowverkill and it pees down its leg

We went sledding. In a laundry basket. For like an hour. Take that, blizzard conditions. No different then when they would send us out to recess at Orchard Elementary when the wind was so wicked that the blowing snow felt like needles on your face. Not only do I not remember any snow days in elementary school, I think there were only a handful of red flag days for lunch recess. I mean, we played in some pretty cruel weather. (I use the word "play" loosely. It's more like "wandered around looking for shelter on the blacktop which offered none.") There was one day in fifth grade when the infamous Alaskan Clipper hit and the wind chill was at -60. They still had school that day. (Although it was a red flag day.)