It crawled across the plains and headed up toward Chicago and barely laid an outreaching arm over the lower part of Michigan. While Kansas City and Des Moines struggled with the two feet of snow for which they were horribly unprepared, those of us in Michigan looked forward to it. I was hoping for more than we received.
I stopped at happy hour for a drink on Tuesday and the bartender asked if it was starting to come down. It had, the temps were dropping, rain was freezing and everything was soaking wet out there.
As I sat there, the snow had begun to fall, soon the ice would be forming in sheets and begin to get covered with dangerously slick, thick snow. I thought I should sit and watch a basketball game, after all the ride home would be more interesting in a while.