Saturday mornings hit differently. The pace slows down, the coffee stays hot a little longer, and there is finally time to reflect instead of just keeping up with the week.
Welcome to Coffee with Kevin—my weekly space to step away from news headlines, charts, and rankings to share personal stories, practical lessons, and observations.
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Grab your cup, settle in, and let’s dive into this week’s conversation: Memory
I Miss the Snow, Just Not Enough to Go Back
I was sitting outside the other day, just having a coffee and watching people go by, when a memory from where I grew up popped into my head.
I grew up in New Hampshire. Winters could be cold and filled with snow.
As a kid, it was great for sledding, snowball fights, and building snow forts. During the Blizzard of ’78, I was 14 and a freshman in high school. The area was closed for the week, cars were stranded everywhere, and I think we had about three feet of snow in 24 hours.
There was no school for the week, and we built a tunnel from one end of the front yard to the other.
Snow was great as a kid and not so great as you got older. It is terrible to shovel, especially if you had a big driveway, and even worse to drive in.
I do not miss snow, and I haven’t seen it for the last 13 years. I don’t miss it at all, and I will probably never see it again.
However, even as an adult, there was always something cool about sitting by the window with a hot coffee, watching the snow come down, perfectly still, covering everything with a blanket of white, fluffy powder.
I do miss that.
Just not enough to ever go see it again.
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