Passage 50 Snow and the Passage of Time
Any snowfall which brings traffic to a standstill and closes schools takes me back to one particular storm in my youth on the shores of Lake Area. On that day, schools and stores were closed because of the weather. What resonates for me is a six―block walk I took with my father from our house to the post office. He bought me stamps for my recently started stamp collection. I already had a wild assortment of cancelled stamps from around the world. He brought me brand―new stamps.I can retrace the route in my mind, walking on snow―covered sidewalks and streets. It was unusual to be going for a walk with my father on a weekday and so close to home.