The phone rang just after six this morning. My wife's mom was calling from near Baton Rouge. It was just after five in the morning for her. I pushed the "on" button with a sense of foreboding. A call at this hour usually brought bad news. And we've been dreading bad news from Louisiana lately. With her first "hey," though, I could tell that she had something happy to report. It turned out to be snow, tumbling onto South Louisiana. They do get snow down there, but it's rare enough to justify a before-dawn call to the middle child back east. Might be a good day for a bit of slipping and sliding and then back to the house for a pot of gumbo and some of Rob's egg nog.
The call brought to mind our own encounters with wintry weather here in the Classic City. The photograph is of the trees in our back yard in late February, 2004. -- Bob Brussack
Posted by Bob Brussack at 07:15