Yesterday morning. . . a loud rumbling startled me out of a deep sleep. In my drowsiness I put on my leg and got dressed to see what was the matter. I walked through the foyer. . . I opened the door. . . and walked on to the porch.
Much to my surprise, I was greeted by these strange looking creatures garbed in massive, bulky coats that were as wide as the individuals wearing them are tall. So bulky, in fact, they performed a penguin walk as they came closer to me in curiosity I couldn't see their faces. . . only glaring eyes peeping through covered faces.
I then noticed everything was white. So white in fact, I'd never seen anything like it, outside of a Penn State home football game on steroids. I looked up and the white in front of me rose into the clouds.
And then I saw the sign that answered everything. It said simply. . . WELCOME TO IOWA.
To make a long story short. . . at the end of my journey, I clicked my heel to the other three times. . . and found
myself in my own bed again. I reached under my pillow and felt a strange object. An empty key chain embossed with . . IOWA.
My stranger than fiction moment.
My point. . . .as if I were really making one. . . is that the mere 9 to 12 inches of snow is nothing by Iowa standards. . . remembering the photos Iowa has posted here. While that amount paralyzed us. . . it's nothing like Iowa or . . say. . .Rochester, N.Y.
That much snow would be a mere blip.
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