The odd part was it was just one flake. Not a rumor of snow, just one flake; one very powerful flake.

All the schools shut down. The adult classes were canceled too. Even the grownups were worried. They talked about closing all the bridges. Here in Charleston SC, that means no one gets home. No matter where you live you work on the “other side”. If you live on the other side you work on the , um, “other side”.

“I can’t drive on ice!”, she screamed. Heck, she can’t drive that well to begin with. The ice would make her more interesting as well as give her an excuse.

To add to the woes, the temp dropped to 30 degrees. Understand, no one in Charleston owns a coat. Jackets, yes; sweaters, yes; coats, no. The only gloves are those stupid looking, useless thing you wear to look “dressy”. Not going to keep the little fingers warm.

“I can’t feel my fingers!”, she said in a panic.

“Here, let me feel them for you”’, he said in anticipation.

He felt her fingers as they slapped his face.

The bridges all got sanded. The wind blew the sand back into the river. Sanded again. Blown off again. Keeps the road crews busy. That’s not what they want, of course. They want to ride around scaring old people and drinking coffee straight from the thermos. That part is better if it’s someone else’s thermos.

“Hey, my coffee’s all gone!”

“Well, you done shoulda saved a bit. Oh, well, here. Ah’ll give you a little o mine”.

The major complaint was how the weather pattern must be changing. That seems a bit much since it’s the first time Charleston had snow in this century.