Ah, a great story about the beauties of Winter. I have to tell ya, I HATE WINTER. Now there is a long precedence as to why I feel that way. First off, I'm here in Pa. we don't get the snows that Maine gets or the Lake Effect stuff of upper NY. But we get enough. And I spent 40 years intimately involved with it. Being retired from the electric company I spent every winter for 40 years working the storm emergencies. I was the guy out there sleeping in my nice warm, constantly running diesel bucket truck while you guys were freezing in your dark, cold, no electric houses. Naw, you know I'm just kidding. But I did work all those storm emergencies. I loved it then. At a younger age. Snow skied anytime I wasn't working, even took winter vacations to New England to ski at Stowe, Killington, etc. I even became a Ski Patroller. I was out in the stuff all the time. Played in it, worked in it. Not anymore, I HATE SNOW. But the wife still likes it. Can't get her to move further south. I don't want to go to Florida, too humid. But maybe South Carolina, I could do that. Up here, as soon as they salt the road for the first time, my toy cars get put away and when the lake freezes there's no more fishing for me. Don't even suggest ice fishing. Like I said I spent enough time in the cold. So its a long cold, grey winter till that first clear, warm, blue sky day when the Healey or the Vette comes out of hibernation. At least I can sequester myself in my shop, because I have grown up, grown old and grew out of winter and snow. My sympathies for you folks further north.