Nigel, every couple of years we get a big snow storm around St. Patrick's Day. It surprises many people who think that winter is over and makes the rest of us who know better say naughty words that turn the air blue. The day of my birth, March 21st, 1969, there was snowstorm bad enough that my father was out plowing the roads for the town and my mother had to call and have dispatch radio him to come home and take her to the hospital. They got there about two hours before I made my appearance.