The other day I overhead what appeared to be a disaffected young hipster (with all the trappings of coolness) talk earnestly of the one to three inches we are to recieve today. Too-freaking-cute. Now, I’m not an outsider observing this yearly ritual, I’m just a guilty as the rest of them, but people are starting to talk about the impending first snow storm of the season. And it’s so freaking cute. Young and old, the poor and the rich. Democrat and Republican. It is one of the few things here in Minnesota that truly unites us.