Red...I developed my hatred of snow as a child. Falling on ice and slashing the palms. Ripping out the knees of tights without ever making it to school. Walking down a sidewalk that had been shoveled...only to hit the four foot high wall of the neighbor who *didn't* shovel and having to back track to a driveway so that you could walk in the street. Taking a slushball in the ear by some kid who thought it was funny. Having your glasses be so cold that they damaged your nose.
When my husband first moved to Kentucky, the week he arrived they had the worst blizzard in one hundred years. Two lousy feet of snow fell and locked up the entire state for a week. They just didn't have the equipment to deal with it. I got picked up by a fellow employee so that I could stay in a room at the Holiday Inn and work double shifts. (The room was shared by something like six other employees.) Every fucking morning we had to tell a lobby full of people that no, the airport wasn't open today, either. The Canadians got downright nasty after a while. I mean, it was only two feet of snow. Normally, they were the politest people in the world and most welcome guests...but they did have their limits.
I'm still impressed that I married that man. He was coming from California, but he'd grown up in Pennsylvania. He also had a VW Beetle that merrily chugged its way home and back to work, damn the snow. I was pissed.
