A four-letter word was uttered over the weekend that gave me and probably every child going back to school this week hope. Snow. The mere thought of snow makes me happy. The lovely blanket of powder creates an atmosphere of peace and slows our pace considerably as we focus on sipping hot cocoa around a roaring fire. “That’s because you Southerners shut everything down at the mere utterance of the word,” my Wisconsin friend Todd has said on more than one occasion. I can hear the hard eye roll that accompanies it.