Joe Posnanski writes about snow days, as only he can. Delightful.
Which got me to thinking. I may never have had a snow day in school. I went to high school in Tucson. It rarely snows there, and I don’t remember a snow day. I went to kindergarten through eighth grade in Michigan, but I happen to know there had never been a snow day at the school I attended for first, second, third, fifth and part of sixth grade. (I know this because the first snow day in school history was when I was a teacher at the same school.) Maybe there was a snow day the other years, but I sure don’t remember any.