Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow. The meteorologist had correctly predicted a dusting of snow to fall during the wee hours of the night. This precipitation was no surprise. Since I had spent a serious Siberian winter in 1951 in North Korea, the dusting of snow was enough.
Ice is treacherous and mean. Crews from the Mississippi Department of Transportation were on duty early in the week, spreading sand and salt over the bridges and the roads to accommodate drivers for a smooth passage. My hat is off to the early morning road crews.