They call it a Polar Vortex, the Siberian Express, the Canadian Clipper...I just call it winter.

It's here...look out your windows (for those of us in the Northeast) and revel in the snow. I've got my snow thrower and shovels at the ready. You know it's winter when Fred is getting ready to go south and the sounds of winter suburbia fill the air. That low muffled rumbling of a snow thrower with the ocassional rush of the town plow scraping the streets.

In fact, my neighbor started his snow thrower at exactly 8A...I think he's reading my blogs :)

They say it will turn to rain but what do they know...they predicted Hillary would win.