I grew up in Southern Michigan. I know winter. Winter used to mean the snow would begin sometime after Halloween and you wouldn't see the grass again until sometime in March. You didn't watch the weather report in the winter. You knew what was going to happen. It was going to snow. Years of living in the South, though, and a few easy winters in the Northeast have put those seasons firmly out of mind.

Now, we're losing our fifth weekend of the winter to snow. When it hasn't been snowing it has been bitterly cold. Next week's lows are again supposed to be in the single digits. I'm all for feeling like a kid again, but this is absurd.