This great snow we had reminded me of a snow storm of years gone by. The year was 1997 or so... I believe I was a freshman or sophomore in college. A freshly fallen snow had inspired me. "I shall make a snowman! Taller than any snowman that anyone has ever seen!" I wanted to inspired both shock and awe. (not to be confused with Pres. Bush's war strategy)... anyhow, I would succeed. I enlisted the help of a friend and my sister and we got to work. We quickly discovered the snow wasn't so good for snowmanogenesis. Too dry. Garden hose and bucket in hand, we pressed forward. Both muscles and brains flexed, ladders and tools to "erect" the worlds tallest snowman. Once completed, we stood back and admired our handiwork. A job well done. We took pictures, posed and embraced. Later that night my family and I returned home. Message light blinking. My dad pressed play... a disguised voice comes on the answering machine. A very Hank-Hill-esque voice sa