"Now I Send Back Letters From The Wasteland Home"

See that picture there on the right? Looks pretty doesn't it? When you are sitting in your warm living room sipping on a nice bourbon, it really is. The rest of the time it pretty much sucks. Being a Florida boy and life long resident of The T, I have been slow to adjust to this snowy environment. Very early one morning this past week I was driving to the airport (which is about half way to Kansas, by the way) when my widsheild became totally caked with dirt and snow. I literally couldn't see a thing. I tried to clear my sightline by using the wiper fluid. Unfortunatley it was frozen solid. Without the liquid, all my wipers did was smear the smutz around, makig things even worse. My only option was to lower my driver's side window and drive the rest of the way with my head out the window. It was 6 degrees. My point being, why do people intentionally live this way? There are climates right here in America where it never ever snows. And I long to move back to the one from which I came. I feel that in the three months we have been here, I have fully experienced The D. I have gone to the mountains. I have driven to Blackhawk to gamble. I have even sampled the margaritas at Hacienda. Been there, done that, ready to come home. At least Dog loves the snow. Chasing snowballs is her new favorite pastime. Unfortunaley for me, she usually pursues this pastime while I am shoveling out from under several feet of snow and fighting off frost bite in my hands.