On Wed, 14 Jan 2009 19:57:10 -0600, Melba's Jammin' wrote:

> In article > ,
> "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.

i'd be just as pleased if fall turned into spring without the intervening
step.

your pal,
blake