The weekend saw the Island tally almost 4 inches of white stuff, at least in my nape of the spit. That’s plenty enough snow for the entire winter. Admittedly, I’ve grown as bah and humbugged as it gets when it comes to frozen precip. That’s hard for me to believe since, back in the day, I would go into one of those kid psycho-excited modes at the first sign of wonderful flakes. I’d let ring those immortal words, “It’s snowing!”