The blizzard along the eastern seaboard of the United States last week conjured up memories of my childhood in Montreal. Snow storms were no big deal back then. They were a constant.
Winter would not have been winter without two-and-three-foot-high snow drifts piled up against sidewalks and on front and back lawns — for a good four or five months of the year. There were times we had so much snow blocking our Continue reading