It's snowing. Again. For like the seventeenth time this winter.
And winter isn't even a month old. Well, maybe not the
seventeenth time, but it does seem as though it's been
snowing alot lately. Seems like anymore we get one or two
storms a season, and after them the snow melts and
you can see grass the whole rest of the time. I can't
remember what grass looks like. Again, an exaggeration
but hopefully you get the point. The dog (not this one)
has given up looking for a green patch to poop on and
simply goes wherever she deems fit.
It kind of reminds me of the good old days
(not the pooping part) when I was young.
If it was winter, there was snow. Plain and simple.
There was always snow outside, and we always played
in it. Flexible Flyers, aluminum saucers, cafeteria trays,
skis, snurfers, shovels, toboggans. Hell, we even took the
wheels off of a soapbox derby car and nailed old skis onto
the ends of the axles. And there was always ice to skate
on. You could play hockey any time you wanted. And
we had some bang-up games for sure. On the Metedeconk,
teenagers used to drive their cars on the ice, it was so thick.
They built raging bonfires and drank kegs of beer out in
the middle, then jumped in their cars and did crazy, high-
speed donuts. Back in the good old days, when you could
drink lots of beer and then drive your car recklessly on a
frozen river and nobody would bother you. I even took my
Flexible Flyer and using broomsticks and a shower curtain,
fashioned a mast and sail and tried to go iceboating. Didn't
work. But if two people wearing skates took a bedsheet
on a windy day and held it between them, they could fly!
Imagine all the cheap, clean, honest fun we had in the winter!
There was no MTV, Gameboys, Playstations, or Facebook
back in the good old days, when I was young.
