I met this cabdriver whose folks were from the middle east. He drove me home from the Grey Nuns hospital after I had my scope. It had been snowing and I said that I loved snow. He said I really should meet his old dad. He did not see snow until he moved to Canada from Arabia. He was charmed with this white stuff and took every opportunity to go out and play in it.The son said his dad spent the day outside in the yard everytime it snowed. He soon learned to make very nice, very detailed snowhouses in the backyard. He would invite the neighbourhood kids over and he would invite them inside the snowhouses. He would make a lil fire and roast marshmallows and serve them hot chocolate. I thought this was such a cute bit of gossip.