We arrived in southern California in March 1956, with my parents having decidedly moved their family on purpose there from wintry upstate New York. One year later, sometime in January or February we had snow, and my mom cursed.
14 posted on 01/21/2022 7:07:04 AM PST by Carriage Hill
(A society grows great when old men plant trees, in whose shade they know they will never sit.)