This past weekend I went to Charleston for Halloween. I love Charleston, as much as I love all places that shut completely down when the white stuff falls from the sky (because it so rarely does). I don’t think I should apologize for loving hot climates. And for the record, I do not think that the “The bitter cold nights of Winter make you appreciate the warm, sunny greatness of Summer” is a valid argument. I don’t subscribe to masochism, and that applies to the “Four Seasons.”
So this weekend, my mom sent me this image from Pennsylvania:
And this is where I was when she sent it to me:
Later, my friend Samantha sent this photo from the Turnpike between Philadelphia and Harrisburg:
And here’s how I felt about being in South Carolina during the Grinch (er, Nor’easter) that stole Halloween:
I’m not sorry I missed the snow.