Well, yes we did get more snow. The good news, if you can call it that, was that we did not get the 10-15 inches that was predicted, but this time of year, 8 inches or so is more than enough. I remember late winter storms like this. Cripes! This time of year, I had already spent hours working a ball into my Jimmy Piersall-model glove. My brother and I walked the floors of the house pounding a Rawling's ball into leather. We lugged our gloves to school and spend recess with many friends bouncing a ball of the wide brick wall at St. Joseph's School. Our first games of spring were usually played on the tarred parking lot out back of the Canal Bank. It was cleared off and after-bank hours afforded us plenty of space for bases and a pretty good size outfield. After a few games there and more spring melting days, our 'field' was whatever and where ever cleared off first. The grassy, lumpy meadow behind Leo's, the dirt playground in front of the old Morrill's School, the small parcel of grass in Baxter's Woods, we weren't proud. If we could imagine a ball field and it was clear in late March, we could play ball. Today, kids spend days preceding the true season on a gym floor, almost mocking the game. We just needed cleared grass, dirt or a brick wall, and it was time to have some fun. Play Ball!