Seven kids can never get bored, even without the advent of video cassettes. We built huge snow forts with ice sheet skylights. We held recreations of World War II with snowballs. We went sledding down a steep, wicked run out behind the barn. When the plow finally did come, we raced to the ditch and ducked as its wake buried us.
Every week there's a new one.
The balloting would be tough with the media influence. We were taught to use the weather as an advantage, an extra blip on the childhood radar, a freebie. Now, every storm is a nightmare and should be avoided at all costs. No one is expected to actually endure it by spending a quiet few days at home. Maybe someday we can all live in the Mall of America.