I grew up in NE Ohio in the 1970s. Generally the first snowfall was in early October and by November the ground was entirely covered in snow. You didn’t see even hints of green grass until the end of April and the snow wasn’t entirely gone until some time in May (and the giant mounds of snow thrown up by the snow plows would often still be there into June, after school at let out). That is literally half the year in snow cover. Granted, being right next to Lake Erie makes the snow situation about as bad as possible, but it’s nothing like this today.

That shit made me move to the South as soon as possible, but it took me a couple of decades to realize that institutionalized racism is worse than trudging through snow once in a while.