This morning, I had to deal with some ice that remained on my run path while I was going for my run. For part of the run, I wasn't so much running as I was hopelessly sliding on the icy pavement, with nothing I could really do to slow myself down. Yesterday there was still snow everywhere, which reminded me of Macalester a bit. Snow is supposed to be rare. It's supposed to be a special thing, something that happens not even once a year, maybe once every 3 years. When it snows, everything stops. Nobody goes anywhere. School gets canceled. Everyone goes outside all day to shovel driveways, slide down hills, or throw snowballs while it lasts. It is, after all, a rare event to behold. Then it quickly melts and everything goes back to normal. At least that's how it was for my life while I was here. When I was...