I am a Snow Curmudgeon™. I hate the snow. Well, I actually don't hate hate it. It's very pretty when you are inside looking out a large picture window with a fire blazing in the fireplace. It's so quiet and peaceful. It could be like reliving my childhood when my children wake up to find the outside world completely white. Their excitement is unbridled and even infectious. It could be like reliving my childhood if my childhood included snow. But I grew up in Southern California. Yes, we had snow every so often in the mountains above my house. And, yes, it...