I used to be a weatherman.  Ya… one of the guys on television that talk a whole bunch about the future.  I was a psychic in that I got paid to tell the future.  I like to think I was slightly more accurate and informational than modern-day psychics.  Some days I was… and some days I wasn’t. 

Anyway, after Stunning graduated from law school, we moved to San Antonio.  She can’t stand cold weather, so we really picked the right year to move.  While people here in San Antonio actually went crazy at the prospect of a low temperature of 16 and a high of 34, people in Omaha have dealt with blinding winds, days where the temp doesn’t get above 0, mornings at 20 below, feet of snow.  It’s been crazy.  My dad took these pictures of the snow in his front yard:

Notice the snow drift on the left is taller than the flight of stairs.

My dad is about 6 foot tall.  The snow drift on the right is taller than he is.

Not sure this weather would qualify as a winter wonderland.

This is a similar view before all of this calamity..

…slight difference…