For the past 24 hours I've been able to experience the winter that never really came to Northern Virginia. Up here in NW Pennsylvania I've seen a fresh coating of snow blanket the landscape and have peered up into the cold, gray sky I often associate with northeast winters.
This afternoon we took a quick drive up to Erie for some shopping. I practically squealed with delight when greeted by the swirl of snowflakes as we walked through the parking lot to our lunch destination. My niece, who's been living through snowy winters her last three years of college, wasn't as excited as me. Nonetheless, she granted me a few minutes to tilt my head up into the sky and enjoy the feeling of being in my very own snow globe. It was just enough time for me to experience the flakes gliding down my face and a chill down my spine. That was enough. I tightened up my jacket and turned toward the restaurant entrance.
Strike Zone - We called this morning to reserve a lane at the local bowling alley. "Uh," said the attendant, "we don't do that on weekends, but at 1:30? I don't think yo...
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