When I Was a Kid

This morning is a typical Tuesday morning as I make my daily commute to work. The blue sky is bright with sun, but it is a brisk New England winter morning. As I drive down the highway drinking my coffee, I scan through the radio stations looking for my favorite songs desperately trying to get motivated for the day ahead. Instead of finding my favorite tunes, I find weather bulletins galore warning of an impending storm due to hit land by Friday. From station to station the forecast varies from modest 2-3 inches to a full-blown Nor'easter. …