Sinclaire Sparkman: Walking on thin ice
Where I grew up, on a farm in Kentucky, we got substantially more snow than Tennessee. I remember one year before this particular instance, my mother opened the door to our porch, and the snow stood inches above my head. I was only about 3 feet tall at the time, but this wonder has never left my memory. It may have even been near my sister’s birthday in March, with all party plans dashed because of this blizzard.
Updated Jan 12, 2018 at 1:00 PM