Snow

I was raised in South Carolina, a southern state where the winters are fairly mild when compared to northern climes. Growing up, I prayed in the wintertime that somehow it would snow. Frequently, when it was cold enough, I would sit at a window, waiting and watching for the snow. It rarely came. Therefore, when I had to make a decision when I joined the Navy to either go to San Diego, California, or to Great Lakes, Illinois, I chose Great Lakes as it was January and, for sure, I would see snow. Well, I did indeed see snow. However, in Great Lakes that winter, the snow would fall and blow away quickly. Most of the heavy, beautiful snow fell in New England. What I did experience in abundance was zero weather. Before I left, I clinched my fist and raised it to heaven, repeating some words similar to those I had heard somewhere else. “As God is my witness, I will never be this cold again. If I have to lie, cheat or steal, I’ll never be this cold again.” So, what did I do when I got out of the Navy, I came to Florida, and I love it.

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About bobosbest

I am an 80-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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