Ha! I like it! I remember driving 100+ miles to church on Sunday in northern Minnesota ... and pushing snow over the hood of the car on the unplowed roads the whole way there ... [probably not one of the brighter things I've done.] RonL. [Who's really gonna get bopped later! I read about this at lunch today in Smithsonian ... a Swedish tourist hotel in Jukkasjärvi ... made entirely of ice!! http://www.icehotel.com/english/index2.htm Not sure I can convince my soon-to-be bride to make the trip though.] -----Original Message----- From: spinhead [mailto:evolt at spinhead.com] Subject: Re: [thechat] RE: [Theforum] waaaaaaay OT -- snow <sounding like a VERY old guy> I remember when I was a kid in Wisconsin, the snowplow wouldn't come out to our house. He got stuck once, and it took all day to get back out. So my dad would get up extra early, and plow his way out in our '57 Buick Roadmaster (the ever popular pink and white model) and all the neighbors would follow his trail to town. He did that for two years until his company offered to transfer him to Cali <whoosh as dad races to pack> fornia. In the rest of his life (25 years) he went back to Wisconsin exactly once. Never set foot in snow again til the day he died.