A tale of cold, snow ghosts and Mother Nature

As the storm blew in this week, it occurred to me that I might be getting old and feeble. I used to look forward to the snowy winter weather and took pride in my ability to go out in the teeth of the cold and wet weather and not only survive, but thrive. I remember turning to into the bitter wind and facing down storms like this one like there were a worthy opponent. I used to tell everyone I…