I often regret having not begged my mother to buy an "I survived the Blizzard of '93" t-shirt from outside of Wal-Mart the year Alabama saw 3' of snow. Today is not going to inspire any apparel, but it's nice to look out the window and see a bit of snow accumulating on my porch. When in Hungary, it didn't take long to grow sick of it, especially since it quickly greyed. But it's been awhile, so I'm feeling that excitement again that we Southerners feel when we see even a dusting of snow.
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