Note # 39 – Anatomy of a Snowstorm (Or How I Slept through Snowpocalypse)
Let me start by saying that I grew up in a place where it snowed in a serious way. We measured the ferocity of any given snowstorm not in centimetres fallen or km/h gusted, but by whether or not we could still see the neighbours. The wind could be blowing the roof right off the house, great drifts of snow could be burying the…
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