It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I don’t care for snow. It looks great when it’s fresh and thick, makes the trees all pretty, and does wonderful things for mountains, but on city streets, in traffic, or even in front of my house on the sidewalk, requiring shoveling, forget it. Before getting my driving license I liked it. Went to Art Hill, played, as a little kid looked forward to building castles, all that good ol’ fashion cool stuff. I have learned to dislike it. Especially in my town, where people seem annually to forget how to drive in it.…