Ahh…. February…

One February back in the Dark Ages (aka 60 years ago), my dad and I watched the wind-swept snow begin its steady climb up past the tires on his ’54 Dodge.  For me, that meant no school tomorrow, and maybe even the day AFTER tomorrow. My dad, who loved his job teaching pathology and neurology at the University of Pennsylvania School of Veterinary Medicine, sighed. “I wish,” he mused, that summer lasted as long as February.”

My mother a former Iowa Methodist and now a Pennsylvania Roman Catholic in search of her inner nun, shook her head. “February is the shortest month of the year, Jack,” she acerbically replied.

“Right,” he answered, “and each day is a week long.”

I believe the Old Man was right. And as I get older, and skiing becomes a ghost of a memory…every day in February is a month long.

But cheer up, gentle reader, we have quite a few new searches that should warm the cockles of your heart.

Happy Hunting,

Tim McGrath