Louie had a knack for taking a mundane activity and moving it to adventure status. When my friend Mark and I went sledding at “Cardboard Hill,” we often got our blue jeans so wet that they froze solid by the time we got home. I can remember many Saturday afternoons thawing out at Mark’s house, with our jeans standing next to us on the furnace floor grate. As usual, Louie takes the wet blue jeans thing one step further. Perhaps memory fails me, but I don’t remember doing anything this dangerous at that age.
In the 1930’s we had some good amounts of snow that fell to the earth and along with the wind, it created some huge snowbanks.