Here are a couple storm windows keeping Old Man winter on the outside in the middle of a good blow. Of course, when I used to help Dad on Stevens put storm windows on in November, it was an entirely different ball game. All the downstair's windows had large, heavy panes that had to be lugged up from the cellar and screwed into the framework with 4 large bolts and accompanying washers. Dad did the screwing, while I did the holding, and this attaching of the winter windows always seemed fall on the most blustery of Sundays. The upstairs had no storm windows and that was both good and bad. It made for some noisy, cool winter nights in my bedroom, but also provided easy access to the roof for snow (indoor snowball fights were fun), a place to attach my crystal radio and relief when I just needed a cold February blast to cleanse my face. Winters growing up in Maine back then, you had to make a lot of your own fun.