WHEN SNOW GETS UGLY, which is right about now for those keeping score at home, it tends to mountain up in dirty piles ten feet tall. When snow gets ugly, it's lost its charm and even its menace. It's just there. It no longer everywhere. It's no longer unavoidable. It's like a week's worth of trash that hasn't been picked up for two weeks.
This pile on Montgomery Avenue in Narberth is more than a week old, and even then it was decorated by a hopeful message in red "(Spring is Coming!") plus the black logo of the Main Line Bicycle store (those are supposed to be bicycle chain links, although to me it looks more like the word "grog") where the pile takes up one of its parking spaces.
I haven't seen this much snow hang around Philadelphia this long since the Winter of '77. That's the winter of Nineteen Seventy-Seven -- Dag Nabbit!! -- the coldest winter anyone in these parts can remember.. With another snow storm on its way Thursday and Friday, our already record-breaking winter snowfall may actually become the equivalen of the epic "Snows of Yesteryear" we used to hear about from our grandparents.
