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"Gregory Morrow" > wrote:
> Last night about midnight I was coming home. Although cold, the air was
> perfectly still and the most recent snow had covered everything with a
> frosty beauty. I looked up and a gauzy moon could be soon...everything was
> just beautiful. It was totally *quiet*, too, something that is welcome in
> this noisy Chicago neighborhood...

> Winter ain't for sissies but it sure can be loverly at times...

Chris was born in mid-December, 1969, and I recently found out that that
was the snowiest December we've had here until this past one. Some of
my most cherished memories are of those 2:00 a.m. feedings in the living
room on cold and snowy nights or cold and clear nights. I don't
remember what I'd sip but I'd listen to the mellow voice of Franklin
Hobbs and the smooth sounds he played on his overnight program, Hobbs'
House, on WCCO radio. <sigh, the good old days were good>.

> I like the change of the seasons, it makes life "interesting"...

Fact.
--
-Barb, Mother Superior, HOSSSPoJ
<http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/amytaylor>
December 27, 2008, 7:30 a.m.: "I have fixed my roof,
I have mended my fences; now let the winter winds blow."