When you’re an Indiana resident, you know about how crazy the weather can be. It’s not everywhere you can see 17 degrees on the thermometer while listening to a forecast calling for thunderstorms. I saw posts on Facebook stating the BLIZZARD OF 1978 (that I remember vividly) was during this same timeframe and that simply isn’t true. That big ole’ blizzard was near the end of January. I barely lived through that one. Mom and I were stranded together. Alone.
This small — but first — snow of the season was just fine until the wind began to blow and the temperatures plummeted. There was; however, a window of opportunity for just a little bit of fun…
