This snow reminds me of my childhood in the late 50’s.  The western PA winters were severe with plenty of heavy snow-falls.  And, the sky always seemed like it was snowing or going to snow.  Below zero temps were not uncommon.  But, we survived.  Just like this winter – somehow.

Bring on the spring before my mind forgets how to swing a golf club!  I hope that Phil, the groundhog, does not see his shadow Tuesday on top of Gobblers knob, outside of Punxsutawney.

UPDATE: Phil says “Early Spring”!