Remember this wretched little imp? His name is Snow and he returned to Portland with a vengeance on Sunday night. Since his arrival, our streets have been drenched with his obnoxious, snot-nosed offspring.

If Portlanders fear anything more than Snow, it's Ice.
A torrent of vampires could fall from the sky and muster less fear and loathing than a trip down a frosty Beaverton-Hillsdale Highway. When the temperature drops below freezing, Portland's citizenry flees into their homes and leaves the streets to be rampaged by KGW and overconfident SUV-ers...that inevitably wind up in ditches on Skyline.

The solstice was a little over a week ago and already this is the worst winter in years. Last night, there was an inch of snow on the ground at Blog's house. A WHOLE INCH. This morning's commute to work was a less a drive than a slide. If this shit continues, it may be time to steal that saucer sled from the neighbor's kid. And invest in Thing insurance.