Snow.

Aren't snow days magical? It makes the ordinary, extraordinary. Particularly, if you have kids in your life, even if they're not your own. Watching how excited they get, the games they come up with, the smiles on their frozen faces. For instance, my boys were using our fresh blanket of white for the backdrop of their beautifully executed attempt to stage certain scenes from Star Wars Episode V. Apparently, they were trying to establish a secret base on the remote ice planet, Hoth.

Wowza! That is childhood imagination and creativity at its finest, if I do say so, myself. My brother-in-law would argue that my boys will eventually be the president and vice-president of the Dungeons & Dragons district chapter, or organizers for the local Star Trek convention (what's up, Mr. Parrett), but I say they are exercising their little brains. Incidentally, I would love it if they became either.

And, need I remind you, Brent, that you, yes you, owned the Millennium Falcon when you were a kid, AND you still have it.

Live long & prosper!