I've always enjoyed bad weather to a certain degree. I'm not talking tornadoes or anything like that, but rough storms, ice storms, whatever, have always been kind of fun to me. The challenge of getting around or battening down the hatches at home is pretty cozy stuff. But my favorite bad weather story is from when I was a kid, maybe 9 or 10. My grandparents had a great little cabin, and I do mean little, in rural Minnesota right on a lake and we'd go visit on Christmas almost every year even if it meant us traveling from Florida to Minnesota. It was just the thing to do. So, that one year when I was a kid a huge ass blizzard came buzzing through and we got snowed in. And when I say snowed in, I mean the storm windows in the cabin looking out to the lake? Completely covered over with snow. The doors exiting the cabin? Snowed over. There was an attached garage with a high window and my grandfather opened that window up so we could tunnel out. We did and it was amazing. The snow seemed like it was 50 feet deep to my little kid imagination. It was one of the greatest times ever. You?