December 20, 2006

Dear Journal,

When the snowflakes begin to fall this time of year, I usually wake up early enough to not only rouse the rooster from his sleep, but brush his beak, get him dressed, and fix him breakfast. In other words, I always try to to beat the other commuters coming in to work through the snow by leaving early.

About one-half of an inch of snow was twirling around on the sidewalks when I left Reiner Central. By the time that I passed Arapahoe High School, I was fish-tailing in my truck more than a freshly-netted rainbow trout.

No one had bothered to wake the school up when I got there. The usual group of three SUV (Sport Utility Vehicles) were missing and the school was totally empty. No hall lights, no groggy Eagle's Nesters sagging over books or games, no hum of the PE vacuum rowing columns of cleanliness.

L.A. still slumbered away under an ever-increasing blanket of snow.

It could only mean only one thing:

SNOW DAY!