With a blizzard heading for Boston and the chance of significant snow in D.C., I found my mind running a quick check on the location of these snow pants, which I’ve had since high school. They’ve been down the blue diamond runs at Squaw Valley in my years right after college. They’ve been cross-country skiing in Vermont when I was a newlywed. They helped me dig out from a blizzard that dumped three feet of snow in Ithaca, New York. They’ve built many a snowman in the front yard with my boys.
Happily, I know exactly where they are: in a basket on a shelf in the mud room. That’s where I found them over Thanksgiving when my niece from California wanted to make a snow angel in our backyard. She stepped in, zipped up, and headed outside to spread her wings.
Originally posted on The Kojo Nnamdi Show Blog on occasion of the Worn Stories segment, available here: http://thekojonnamdishow.org/shows/2015-01-29/worn_stories_sartorial_memoirs