I’m sitting here watching a snowstorm swirl outside my window and my Dad just emailed me a picture of Evan.  Evan is spending winter break in Florida with grandma and grandpa.  Feeling sorry for myself, I take comfort in the fact that there appears to be a gusty wind on the beach.   I’m picking him up at the airport later this week.  I’m sure he will have a nice tan.  I’ll sport my own version of a tan: a chapped, ruddy face resulting from frigid temperatures and pelting snow.