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Here in Western New York, on the shores of the Great Lakes, we are used to snow. It is often a way of life for four or five months out of the year.

So you would think that a few inches of frozen whiteness would not be anything more than an ordinary day.

But this day something was different, and it's hard for me to put a finger on exactly what.

My morning commute normally takes 15 to 20 minutes, but today it was 50 minutes. And my co-workers had similar experiences. Some even had it worse.

Thinking the out-of-the-way secret short-cuts would deliver me from stop-and-go did not work out very well. It seemed no matter which way you pointed your car there were delays.

Oh well... only a few more months of this.