When I was a kid, the coming of spring heralded a strange and special time. My sister and my grandpa Bud observed a time-honored wager about whether or not it would snow on Easter morning. That would be odd if we hadn't lived in the heart of the fabled "lake effect" snow belt that lies to the west of Lake Erie.
That's a place where, from Halloween to Easter, the constant presence of snow would eventually rob the snowstorms of their power to surprise and impress. So, when spring finally arrived, even our most snow-hardened friends were always ready for a change.