Winter ice usually isn't nice
Snow is a beautiful thing. I love the way it looks.
That’s as long as it’s in a picture, because I’m not crazy about the way it feels.
You have to remember I grew up in New Orleans. I remember riding my first “real” bike on Christmas morning wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Lincoln Parish is the frozen tundra for me — I’m just not made to live in cold, cold weather.
So as we face the threat of snow and/or ice (this is being written Thursday afternoon), I have to admit to not being thrilled. I’ve experienced my share of ice storms over the years. I’d rather not do so again.