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January 7, 2002
The first snow. Standing in the bullpen, looking up and seeing it, the first tiny flakes falling. Hurrah! CJC literally body-checked RC to stand right in front of the window for several minutes. That's why I like her!
What it is about the first snowfall that turns some of us into little kids? Even if it is after Christmas. Did we love snow as children? Is it the hope of show days, even as an adult? Is there some deeper mystery to snow? Or is it just something peculiar to those few individuals who can be delighted by simple gifts?