Nov
28th
Fri
28th
White, out.
It snows a lot in Western New York. It’s pretty cold today and the fluffy white stuff is blanketing the backyard. Snow is weird in that I enjoy seeing it but instantly regret it. My dad and I drove my grandmothers home to the southerntier, we listened to Hank Williams and looked for a store with oysters along the way. We ate venison for breakfast.
