February6
Our lives go by like chapters in a book. One can usually tell when a chapter closes and another one begins…
While I was driving on my way home after rehearsal on Monday night, I had a sudden flashback of the very first time that I saw snow and my years in the US came rushing back to me…
Thus was the chapter of my life, “The Buffalo Years”…
The very first time I experienced snow was when I was in transit to Buffalo, NY. I think we were at the Chicago O’Hare airport and the bunch of us, quite like jakuns, went out on the sidewalk and went “Ooh”-ing and “Aah”-ing about the snow, hehe…
Bunch of misfits off to conquer Buffalo, NY!
Buffalo, NY is well-known for its heavy snowfall. One winter, there was a blizzard and the university had to close for a day or two, and the last time that happened was more than 10 yrs before!
Mr. Snowman, my very first!
There were fat squirrels with bushy tails and wild duckies as well…
…Part 2, to be continued…