I grew up in a row home in Lancaster City. My room was in the attic on the third floor. When it snowed, I jumped up and down with excitement, it wasn’t because snow white was running for president. You see, I had a secret vice. When it snowed, I threw snowballs out of my windows at moving cars. I never succeed in hitting a car because your window has to be open first. Who knew? Boywonder! I guess that wasn’t included in my childhood playbook. No wonder I had so many talks with frosty the snowman. I’m so glad it wasn’t because of my horrible timing and weak arm, it feels great to be vindicated. What a relief.
