Snow

We had the first snow of the season today. Not much, just an inch or so. Of course, I'd have thought that a lot before I moved to the US, as Alison recently commented. I told my DW what Alison had said, and her response was something to the effect of "6 inches heavy? It's not heavy unless it's at least a foot". Of course, she comes from western NY state. I guess the perspective changes work both ways.

I am reminded of my first day in the US (other than on vacation). It was December 2000. I'd passed my British driving test just a few months before, so I didn't have a great deal of driving experience. I'd never driven on the right. And I'd never driven in snow. So the 6-8 inches of snow that fell that day in Saint Louis were a wonderful welcome to jetlagged me. Fortunately, Paul and Alison met me at the airport and helped me out that first night. Alison then very kindly drove me the next day, and then the next day, she sat by me as I drove on the other side of the road, in the snow. I am very thankful for her kindness. I know she gave up a lot to help me out. So, thank you Alison.

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, what are you thankful for?