...some of my best memories are plowing down ND Avenue with my buddies in the wee hours, through piles of drift; tromping around St. Mary's lake with high boots that were still not tall enough to keep the snow out; and the big south quad snowball fight when the first real snow fell. (In late January '67 I was still in grade school--7th--back when 2+ feet of snow paralyzing our south side neighborhood was a blast!).
