From the safety and relative mild climate of my home in the middle south, I've been watching the stories of the snow which has swept across much of the country and buried whole cities, including Washington, D.C. under a blanket of white this weekend before the Solstice and all the holidays which follow. Well I've reached the age where my hair is white as snow, and so I look back to the storms of my youth, perhaps a little more fondly through the lens of history.
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