Snow. Feh.

To all you down’easters, sorry ’bout that…

snow door

I spent Thanksgiving in Cleveland in the early Eighties, and we woke up to a front door like this. Had to climb out the window to shovel the snow to OPEN. The. FRICKIN’. DOOR. Haven’t been north of the Tennessee line since, a record I am disinclined to break.

pic via Ace