finally find a small opening. Crawling slowly down North Limestone street, icy and slick, I keep my eyes peeled and there it is. The best thing for anyone hoping to go to a street-side business, a street parking spot. I hardly notice the forearm deep snow I ease my car through sliding just a little toward the curb as the wheels momentarily lose their grip on earths surface. I open my door, keys in hand and am blasted with frigid air. Lady wind rushes to greet me with her frosty fingertips as if hugging a friend. My layers are no match for her icy hands. I shiver slightly and briskly walk up the slick sidewalk steeling myself against the wind. The street is a mess of ice and what might have once been pure white fluffy snow
I glance around and am relieved to see a table open up in the busy
