The forecast is a mix of snow and rain...shall we stay in for Thanksgiving??!! I'd rather have all snow...then I can get in some sledding shots. When I was nine, one of the biggest snow storms I remember occured on Thanksgiving Day. Following dinner, my father and I drove Auntie and Gene downtown to catch a bus back to Portland. At the bus stop we had to have an army shovel us out and push us out of the mountain of snow we fish-tailed into. Knowing my father, he would have preferred saner, safer memories of his Thanksgiving afternoon.
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