It snowed here yesterday… It never used to snow around Palm Sunday when I was growing up. Of course, I’m no longer living in the place where I grew up. The place where I grew up has changed, and faded with time. It’s changed literally, as the old neighborhood just ain’t what it used to be. And figuratively, as memory sometimes tends to play fast and loose with reality. I’m currently residing some 1000 miles north of that almost mystical place-holder of childhood memories. Which, according to my Mother, might as well be somewhere in the astronomical neighborhood of Canis Minor, for all that I get home to visit her.