I grew up near what was Glacial Lake Iroquois and is still Seneca country. 100+ inches of snow per season, blinding blizzards, 20 foot snow mountains erected by plows, cavernous snow forts and endless snowball wars were common. Big snow just wasn't a big deal and the storms were never named. It's what we knew and expected in winter: 100 day seasons of bone-chilling air, house length icicles, sledding and tobogganing, ice skating, snow angels, frozen fingers and toes. This storm -- Nemo -- brings me back to those wintry days of joy near the lake.
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