2003-02-20 - 8:53 p.m.

Grad school was cancelled on Tuesday on account of Major Snowfall, about 27" worth to be exact. I stayed at home and did Snow Day things, like playing video games and watching the 1995 BBC production of Cold Comfort Farm with my parents. It was, in fact, one of those perfect snowstorms that one dreams about as a child: soft, sticky snow and lots of it; enough to bury yourself in and miss school over and make snowmen with. For those of you who grew up in warm climates and thus missed the joy of a Perfect Snowstorm, I'm sorry, but you had a defective childhood and will never be truly happy.

When I went to class the next day, Boston was full of people experiencing Snowstorm Joy. Here's a short list of Happy Things I saw in Boston:

• A distinguished-looking man, in his mid-forties and dressed in a business suit and black overcoat, gleefully throwing snowballs at the Museum of Fine Art.

• A bunch of drawings of rabbits in the snow and a college-age couple going from rabbit to rabbit and drawing in carrots when necessary.

• A pointy snowman outside Northeastern University.

• Two teenagers piling snow on any visible surface of this one car, so that the car would be totally buried.

• A fat snowman sitting on a bench smoking a twig. Or it could have been a fat man sitting on a bench smoking a twig who had just gotten covered in snow. I didn't get a good look.

• The words "STOP BUSH" written in the snow. Reminds me of when my buddy Jake and I stomped "IMPEACH BUSH" into the snow on the fountain at Ithaca College.

• Lots of snaky single-file paths criss-crossing park areas.

• College students sledding on cafeteria trays. Actually, I didn't see this last one, but I'm willing to bet it happens at any college that sees an ample snowfall.

   

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