We woke up to the first snow of the year this morning. Now, it's not your Donner party kind of snow my colleagues in the mountain west are used to. Or that early to arrive and late to leave kind of snow my colleagues in the great white north get. This is your Northeast Ohio wet and on the verge of melting kind of snow that turns our clay soil into mud that goes all the way to the other side of the earth. I took the boys out to run around in the snow. Bob loves the snow and will catch snow balls all day. Fred was paging through his contract finding the clause that made him a house dog.