#PREACH. My wife and I are each within the last year or so of our 50s. I loved tracking and seeing the white stuff (snow, not blow) pile up a decade or more ago, but GAHHH, I despise cleaning it up now. The only saving grace is that our late 20s-aged youngest son is "trapped" here with us until next Friday, after canceling his early Monday AM flight back to the Midwest in anticipation of the storm. And hell yeah, I will be absolutely be putting him to work on shoveling all of this on Monday...