Right now it's in the middle of melting. To the point where you feel like you could go traveling. This morning there was a neighbor who felt brave. He lives two houses down, (and by down, I mean, down the hill) made two attempts to journey out. As of this afternoon his car is still down the hill. Last night we made an effort to venture out. For a moment I felt like a bobsledder. The thing about Greensboro is that folks forget all the traffic laws when it snows. Their like, "Do the lines on the street still work?" "What if I drive just as fast I can and mash on my brakes, will I stop the same?" It starts to look like a stock car derby.