Glory be, we did get out for our belated Valentine’s meal and arrived home just as the freezing rain was commencing to coat everything in sight. As I stumbled around spreading salt on our brick porch and ramp, the frigid liquid began making it next to impossible to complete the task. Once I had put enough salt down to guarantee that it would track into the house, the assault of the falling ice retreated. Go Figure!I have said and often heard others saying the same thing, “I don’t mind the snow, but I hate the ice.” I know black ice is really bad, but isn’t snow ice as well? My piles of winter’s wrath are increasing in size with every new winter storm. Pretty soon Lebanon will have its very own mountain range. We are going to need some mountains so that we can keep our heads above water once the spring thaw starts in earnest. I think that I’d rather deal with shoveling snow than filling sandbags. I’ve done both and let me tell you, those 90 pound bags of sand really start becoming heavy after two or three hours. I can’t even remember, did we have a white Christmas or not in 2013?Well, I’m so glad that I didn’t stray onto the subject of snow this week as it would have been rather depressing for all of us concerned. So after you read this column, be aware that Saturday is supposed to bring more of that four letter word. I didn’t want to say snow!Contact Ray Snoke at email@example.com.