You know in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy is in her house during the tornado and there is a cow, 2 men rowing in a boat, and an old woman knitting in a rocking chair, that suddenly fly by her window? Well, today as we were sitting in our warm, cozy apartment watching the boys play in the snow, and the neighbor boy shovel our driveway, we saw a person skiing. Yes, we live on a steep hill, and yes, we do have a lot of snow (that still has not stopped!!), but skiing? Really? This man was downhill skiing in the middle of the street. When you think about it, it makes sense. He will get to the bottom of this large hill faster than he would walking, and he does not have to shovel out his car. My question is...what is he going to do when he is ready to go home? Part of me wants to sit at the window all day just to see his return trip because, as far as I know, they have yet to install a ski lift in this part of the neighborhood.