Where A Mighty Snowbank Once Lived, A River Now Rages

Well, it has finally stopped snowing in Denver. After seven straight weeks of snow and freezing cold temperatures. And now it's nice outside and everything is melting.

I wonder if we're going to miss the snow, now that it's going to be gone. I mean, I've never heard so many people say, "I can't wait for spring" this early in a year. But don't you think the snow is sort of like an old friend who came to visit and never left and now, 2 months later, he's packing up his toothbrush and his old roll out foam sleeping mattress and leaving? Which means, if you follow my infallible logic, that we're going to miss him. Yes, even though he made our lives a living hell for 6 or 7 weeks and he can't cook and you caught him watching your pay-per-view porn several times (on YOUR credit card!), we're all going to miss him. One day, and it'll probably be sometime in May, because that rhymes nicely, Denverites the world over are going to put down their margaritas, stop basking in the sun, turn, and look at each other and say, "Damn. It's too nice. I wish it were snowing again. Remember how our cars bottomed out on the ice in the alley and then got stuck in front of Bob's house on a daily basis? And remember how that same creepy guy kept coming by and asking you for $15 to shovel your walk on a daily basis? And remember how the stores didn't have any groceries because the delivery trucks couldn't get through all the storms and so we ate Top Ramen for 7 weeks in a row? I miss those times."

Yeah, we're going to miss the snow. Not.