We had a light snow here in northern Illinois on Monday, and its been cold enough for the snow to stick around. For me, snow means putting the motorcycle away for the winter, and getting ready to slog through another gloomy season. At least my shooting club is indoors, so a flick of the heater switch and I am ready to go. If it weren't for the reality that my house is still worth far less than I paid for it 8 years ago, and that this location is sort-of midway between three of my grown kids and grandkids, I'd be out of here for someplace where I would never have to cover my motorcycle. I guess I'm becoming a grumpy old guy, but seeing the first snow sure doesn't make me think any happy thoughts!