We are having lots of snow fall here and I am thankful to be looking at it from inside the house rather than having to go out there and drive around in it. It is appropriate that I am currently reading the three little ones The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder when I put them to bed each night. I doubt I’ll ever experience a winter as severe as that one, although it seems to me that winters back when I was growing up were much more severe than they are now. I especially remember the winters of ‘77 through ‘79, when snow piled up so high on each side of the streets in our little town that we joked about how it looked like Moses parted the Red Sea.