Blizzard Nemo

I want to go on record as saying that I am not one of those who are amazed at the amount of snow that has been dumped on the Northeast this weekend. I knew that we were overdue for a huge snowstorm around this time, based on past history. Every major snowstorm we have had in the last 50 years or so has been right around the middle of February, just in time to disrupt whatever plans I might have made or been thinking of making to celebrate my birthday.

Well, what can one do when one just happened to be born in February, right? But wait, here's the best part. My mother planned this. She told me that she really tried for a February baby because no one else in our large family had a child born in February at that time. She wanted me to be unique. Well, she got her wish and I was unique in that aspect until my cousin John was born in February two years later. He and I share the same crazy sense of humor, which may be as much a result of enduring all these blizzard birthdays as it is a family trait.

So here's my advice to anyone in a colder climate who wants to make their child unique. Give them an unusual name, let them wear odd clothes or get a strange haircut. But give birth to them in any month other than February.



Stretch says he doesn't know what I'm whining about, nothing stops him from getting where he wants to go.