Ice, Ice, Ice

Life in a small town has a distinct rhythm to it.  A cadence. 

Years ago when I was working at The University of Akron, my younger son was in high school, and older son was attending UA, we had a monstrous ice storm that struck in the morning hours (kind of like today but much worse).

I headed off for Akron and made it just fine.  A friend of mine who lives off Strausser left 15 minutes later and had to turn around and return home.  That's how fast the ice built up.  NW schools called off by this time.

At work, my older son called and said that he had been holed up at someone's house on Portage Road.  The kind strangers saw that his Chevy Nova just wasn't making it up the slight grade going towards High Mill Road.  They invited him in, made him welcome, and showed him pictures of when they built their house.  It was an awesome gesture.  After a while, the husband gave him a ride home if I remember it correctly.  His car just wouldn't have made it (we got it later). 

Later both boys called from home and said they were going ice skating.  On the road!!!  There was maybe an inch or more of pure, solid ice on the streets, so they grabbed their ice skates and off they went.  It was like having the whole allotment as an ice skating rink.  Pure joy for two boys who must have been craving an adventure.

Well, be careful today.  We know that spring is coming -- at some point.